He tended to her like a son. She was merely waiting for his death.
Elena didnt scream. She didnt cry. She simply lay still, listening to every word Pavel uttered, each sentence sounding like a confession to an unseen accomplice. Her body shivered, but not from fear. It was something else a chilling calm, as if something inside her had already died before the cancer could consume everything.
The next morning Pavel behaved as if nothing had occurred. He greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, asked if she wanted tea, even swept the hallwaysomething he never did before. Elena watched him in silence, her face now serene, wise and dangerous.
Days passed. She grew more reflective, sorting papers, signing documents, quietly calling her lawyer. Katya came to visit and spent the afternoon with her, unaware that their quiet chat concealed a scheme.
Are you sure, Aunt? she whispered, scanning the will.
More sure than ever. Everything must be in its place. And heout of it.
When Pavel returned that night, Elena had dinner ready: roast chicken, his favorite dish. He smiled, pleased.
This is how I like it, he said while serving himself. We have to take care of each other, right?
She stared at him with an expression that unsettled him.
Whats wrong? he asked.
Nothing. I just think you should savor every bite.
That same night Pavel went to bed early, unusually tired. Elena stayed in the living room, staring at an old photograph of the two of them. She smiled in the picture, as did he, though now his grin seemed empty.
The following morning Pavel awoke with unbearable discomfortnausea, sweating, weakness. Elena helped him sit up.
Do you want me to call a doctor? she asked neutrally.
No maybe its just something I ate, he stammered.
At that moment the doorbell rang. Two police officers stood at the entrance. Pavel tried to get up but collapsed. The officers rushed in.
What whats happening? one asked, seeing Elena composed.
Stay calm. I have evidence, she replied, handing them a recording from the balcony and a newly notarized will in which she renounced everything she shared with Pavel. He tried to poison me months ago, before I knew my diagnosis. I couldnt prove it then but now I can show that I expected his death as an investment.
The later medical report confirmed Pavel wasnt poisoned, only affected by a mild sedative mixed with cheap liquor. Nevertheless, the recording, the updated will, and the history of contempt were enough for the judge to issue a restraining order and nullify any inheritance claim.
Elena died two months later, at peace, in Katyas arms, in a sunfilled room, without fear. On the wall hung a plaque:
This apartment was earned with work, not with false love.
