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I left the room, the weight of our conversation still heavy on my shoulders. As I walked down the corridor,
Alena used to avoid me. It was as if she sensed the darkness that clung to me, a darkness I couldn't shake. I was deeply in love with her, or so I thought, but her evasiveness told a different story.
Then, the truth came crashing down upon me like a ton of bricks. I discovered that she had been cheating on me with another man. The betrayal, the deceit, it fueled a rage within me that I couldn't contain.
As a dominant figure in the ruthless world of the mafia, I couldn't let such a slight go unpunished. Scenes of vengeance played out in the shadows, hidden from the world, where my enemies quivered in fear.
I had learned long ago not to trust or love easily. The scars from my past made sure of that. And Alena's betrayal only reinforced my belief that love was a weakness in the world I inhabited, a vulnerability that could be exploited.
The memories of those dark days, filled with anger and retribution, remain etched in my mind. They shaped me into the man I am today, a man who walks the thin line between darkness and power.
My discovery of Alena's betrayal was swiftly followed by the desire for retribution. I wanted to make her pay for the deceit, for shattering my trust, and for tarnishing the love I once held for her.
However, as I delved deeper into my plans to exact revenge, I uncovered a devastating truth. Alena had been diagnosed with cancer, a terminal illness that was slowly devouring her. She had kept her condition hidden, perhaps out of fear that her weakness would drive me away, or maybe as a form of atonement for her infidelity.
When she finally revealed her illness to me, her plea for help was desperate. She begged me to save her, to spare her from the inevitable death that loomed in the horizon. Her tears and her words cut deep, but my cruelty had become a part of me, a necessary tool for survival in my world.
