đŻ One day, I heard my wife repeating a speech for my funeral, and the next day, a hearse arrived in front of our house with a coffin: she admitted to me that, in reality…
One day, I came home earlier than usual. As I entered the house, I heard voices coming from our bedroom. My wife was there, completely focused, repeating something so absorbed that she didnât even hear me come in.
Curious, I quietly approached and listened. It was a funeral speech. She was struggling to hold back her tears. Then, I heard my name: she was talking about me, about our life together, about the love she felt for me.
I froze, not fully understanding what was happening. The speech was for my funeral.
For a few seconds, I didnât know how to react. When she saw me, she wiped her eyes and assured me that she was just reading a book out loud.
That didnât reassure me, because, upon closer inspection, I noticed that the page she was holding was blank. I then realized she was hiding something from me.
The next day, a hearse arrived in front of the house, with a coffin. My wife went outside, and upon seeing me, she could no longer lie. In the end, she admitted that…
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She looked me in the eyes, embarrassed, as if the truth was going to make me explode in anger.
But, to my great surprise, she took a deep breath and began to explain.
“I wanted to tell you, but… I was afraid of your reaction.
I was preparing for a performance.
This speech, it wasnât for your funeral, but for a scene, a role.
Iâve always dreamed of becoming an actress, you know⊠but I never had the courage to tell you.
I started taking acting classes in secret.
These rehearsals, these speeches… they were for me, for an important audition.”
I remained silent, not understanding why she had hidden this from me.
She had kept everything a secret, and I thought there was something much more serious behind all of this.
