Heavy. Absolute.
Natasha slowly withdrew her hand from Alexey’s arm.
“You didn’t tell me any of this,” she said, her voice trembling—not with sadness, but with something colder. Realization.
Alexey reached for her.
“Natasha, listen, it’s not what it sounds like—”
She stood up abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the floor.
“No,” she said. “It’s exactly what it sounds like.”
Her eyes moved from him to the table, to the documents, to the watching faces.
“You didn’t leave your wife because you were brave,” she added. “You left because you thought there would be no consequences.”
Inna said nothing.
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