The moment I heard someone trying my doorknob from the hallway, panic surged through me.
I backed away as quietly as I could, my heart racing so violently it felt painful. Whoever was outside wasn’t simply passing by. They were testing the lock.
Waiting.
Listening.
Then everything went silent.
For several seconds, I couldn’t hear a single sound.
No footsteps.
No voices.
Nothing.
The silence was somehow worse.
My stomach dropped as I pressed my ear against the door.
Suddenly—
A loud bang rattled the frame.
I nearly screamed.
“Open the door!” a woman’s voice demanded.
It was the woman I’d seen with my husband.
The one living next door.
The one who was supposedly part of his new family.
Another bang followed.
Even harder this time.
My entire body trembled.
“What do you want?” I shouted.
There was a pause.
Then her tone changed completely.
“I need to talk to you before he gets back.”
I froze.
Before he gets back?
Wasn’t she with him?
“Weren’t you just arguing with him?” I asked.
“I don’t have time to explain,” she whispered urgently. “Please. You’re in danger.”
A chill ran down my spine.
Danger?
From who?
My husband?
None of it made sense.
Against every instinct screaming inside me, I unlocked the door—but only enough to keep the chain attached.
The woman immediately stepped closer.
For the first time, I saw genuine fear in her eyes.
Not anger.
Not hostility.
Fear.
“He’s been lying to both of us,” she said.
My breath caught.
“What are you talking about?”
She looked nervously down the hallway before leaning closer.
“The story he told me about you isn’t true.”
My stomach twisted.
“What story?”
Her face turned pale.
“He said you were dead.”
The words hit me like a truck.
For several seconds, I couldn’t even process them.
“What?”
“He told me his wife died three years ago.”
My knees nearly gave out.
The hallway suddenly felt too small.
Too hot.
Too unreal.
I had spent three years believing he abandoned me.
Meanwhile, he’d spent those same years telling another woman that I was dead.
But that wasn’t the worst part.
Not even close.
The woman glanced toward the apartment where the little boy was sleeping.
Then she lowered her voice.
“That’s why I came here.”
I stared at her.
“What do you mean?”
Tears filled her eyes.
“The child…”
Her voice cracked.
“The child started asking questions after he saw your photograph.”
My heart skipped a beat.
“What photograph?”
“The one your husband keeps hidden in a locked box.”
A violent chill ran through my body.
The woman swallowed hard.
“The boy looked at your picture and said something that terrified us.”
I could barely breathe.
“What did he say?”
Her eyes locked onto mine.
“He pointed at your face and said…”
She hesitated.
Then whispered the words.
“‘That’s the lady from my dreams. She’s been calling my name since before I was born.'”
My heart stopped.
At that exact moment, the elevator doors at the end of the hallway opened.
Both of us turned.
A tall man stepped out.
Dressed entirely in black.
Watching us.
Not moving.
Not speaking.
Just staring.
The woman beside me suddenly gasped.
All the color drained from her face.
“Oh no…”
My stomach dropped.
“What is it?”
She grabbed my arm so hard it hurt.
Her voice shook with terror.
“He found us.”
The stranger slowly began walking toward our apartment.
And then I realized something horrifying.
My husband was walking beside him.
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