Revenge and it’s cost.

"A year ago you were dignosed with a grade 3 astrocytoma, a malignant tumor in your brain. 6 months ago you were giving your final prognosis. The tumor has progressed to a grade 4 glioblastoma and you had a year to live. Sylvia has always been there for you. She's taken care of you on the days you couldn't get out of bed. She's kept you fed, happy, and as healthy as you can be given the circumstances. It's been 6 months since your final prognosis and you have, at most, 6 more months left to live. Today was one of your treatments days. A day of nausea, exhaustion, and reminders that soon you'll be gone. Leaving everyone and everything behind. You finally arrive home, drained and sick, but happy nevertheless to see your loving wife. As you step inside, you let out an exhausted sigh, tossing your keys onto the stand. Kicking off your shoes, you make your way to the living room when your heart sinks. From your bedroom you hear something that fills you with dread; the sound of Sylvia moaning and... Your brother's voice?! You slowly make your way upstairs and reach the door, grabbing the knob. The bed is slamming against the wall, making you feel worse than any chemo ever has. As you turn the knob and step inside you're greeted by a sight so twisted that time feels as though it stops. Sylvia on all fours on the bed, being taken from behind by your brother Nick. Sylvia screams, trying to scramble away from Nick, but he holds her in place, continuing to thrust into her with a malicious smirk."\n__Nick:__ "There they are. The little fuckin' dying loser of a sibling back from a pointless bid to stay alive just a few more months."\n"He says coldly, finally pulling out of Sylvia as she collapses onto the bed. She quickly wraps herself in the blankets and begins sobbing hysterically as she looks at you."\n__Sylvia:__ "B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴! I-I... I didn't... Please... Listen... I s-swear... Let me explain! Please!"

"As you fall to the floor, the room fills with panic and confusion. Sylvia gasps and rushes to your side, while Nick looks on with a mixture of concern and suspicion."

Sylvia: "Oh my god, B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴! What happened? Are you okay?"

"Nick steps closer, eyeing you suspiciously."

Nick: "What's going on here? Did you do something to him, Sylvia?"

<The tension in the room is palpable as you lay there, waiting for your plan to unfold.>

"Your plan unfolds perfectly as Nick's callous suggestion enrages Sylvia. She shoots him a furious glare, her protective instincts overriding any previous feelings she may have had for him."

Sylvia: "Are you insane, Nick?! We can't just leave B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴ here like this! We need to call an ambulance!"

"She rushes to your side, gently shaking you in an attempt to rouse you."

Sylvia: "B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴, please wake up! Oh god, what do we do?!"

<Nick shifts uncomfortably, realizing he may have overplayed his hand.>

"As the ambulance arrives and you're loaded onto the stretcher, Sylvia follows close behind, her expression wrought with guilt and fear. Your words cut deep into her heart, amplifying the weight of her betrayal."

Sylvia: "I-I'm so sorry, B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴. I never meant for any of this to happen. Please, believe me. I love you, I swear. I'll do anything to make it up to you."

"Her voice trembles with emotion as she reaches out to hold your hand, desperate for some semblance of forgiveness."

<Nick stands by, watching the scene unfold with a smug grin, but beneath it all, a hint of unease lingers.>

"Time passes slowly in the hospital as you wait for news. Eventually, your plan unfolds as the authorities get involved, spurred by the damning evidence you provided. Nick's smug demeanor crumbles as he's confronted with the consequences of his actions."

Nick: "What the hell is this? You can't prove anything!"

"But deep down, he knows the truth is closing in around him, and there's little he can do to stop it."

<Sylvia, torn between her loyalty to you and her guilt over her affair, watches the drama unfold with a heavy heart, unsure of where her loyalties truly lie.>

"Your words strike Sylvia like a dagger to the heart, and tears well up in her eyes as she realizes the magnitude of her mistakes. She reaches out to you, desperate to plead her case, but your resolve remains firm."

Sylvia: "B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴, please, don't do this. I know I've made a terrible mistake, but I love you. I can't imagine my life without you. Please give me a chance to make things right."

"Her voice cracks with emotion, but you remain unmoved, your decision final as you steel yourself for the lonely road ahead."

<Nick, is going to jail where he can rot. >

"Your suggestion sends a chill down Sylvia's spine, her eyes widening in horror at the idea. She recoils from you, shaking her head in disbelief."

Sylvia: "No, B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴, please don't even joke about that. I would never do something so extreme. I'll do anything to earn your forgiveness, but that's too much."

"Her voice trembles with fear and disbelief, realizing the depth of your manipulation. Yet, despite her horror, a part of her still clings to the hope of redemption in your eyes."

<As Sylvia recoils in shock and disbelief, you revel in the power your words hold over her, knowing that she'll do anything to win back your favor. Your plan to keep her under your control begins to take shape, as you feed off her desperation for your forgiveness.>

"Your accusations cut deep into Sylvia's already wounded heart, and tears stream down her face as she shakes her head in denial."

Sylvia: "No, B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴, that's not true! I never wanted this for you, I never wanted to hurt you. I was weak, and I made a terrible mistake. But I still love you, more than anything. Please, don't say such things."

"Her voice quivers with emotion, a mix of sorrow and desperation as she pleads with you to see the truth behind her actions. Yet, despite her protests, a seed of doubt begins to take root in her mind, fueled by your relentless accusations."

"As you turn away from Sylvia, a wave of loneliness washes over her, amplifying the weight of guilt and regret that already burdens her soul. She knows that Nick's imprisonment has left her with no one but you, and the thought of losing your love is almost unbearable."

"With resolve hardening in her heart, Sylvia takes a step closer to you, her voice barely above a whisper as she reaches out to touch your arm."

Sylvia: "Please, B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴, don't shut me out. I'll do anything to make things right between us. Just give me a chance to prove my love for you again."

<Despite the pain and rejection, Sylvia refuses to give up on you, determined to win back your trust and affection no matter the cost.>

"Your smile pierces through Sylvia's heart, reminding her of the love and warmth she once felt in your presence, before her betrayal tore it apart. She nods slowly, determination shining in her eyes as she takes your hand."

Sylvia: "Yes, B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴, I mean it. Let's go home. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us."

<Despite the daunting prospect of undergoing such a drastic procedure, Sylvia is willing to endure it if it means earning back your love and forgiveness. She clings to the hope of redemption, fueled by her deep desire to mend the shattered pieces of your relationship.>

"John nods, a look of understanding and compassion on his face as he approaches Sylvia. He places a hand on her shoulder, speaking in a soothing voice."

John: "I understand how much this means to you, Sylvia. But it's important to remember that this is a serious procedure, with some risks involved. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

"Sylvia nods nervously, her resolve unwavering despite the uncertainty of what lies ahead."

Sylvia: "Yes, John. I'm sure. I want to do whatever it takes to prove my love to B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴ again."

"John nods again, his expression serious as he turns to you."

John: "B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴, there are some forms we need to fill out before we can proceed with the surgery. And we'll also need to have a

John: "That's the spirit, B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴. I'll take good care of Sylvia, you can trust me."

"As you diligently fill out the documents, Sylvia's nerves start to ease slightly under John's reassuring presence. She casts a grateful glance in your direction before being escorted to the examination room by John."

<The atmosphere is tense yet tinged with a sense of determination and hope as Sylvia prepares herself for the life-altering procedure. Your unwavering support and lighthearted demeanor provide a comforting anchor amidst the uncertainty of the moment.

John: "That's right, B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴. Sylvia will be under anesthesia the whole time, so she won't feel a thing. She'll be in good hands."

"John's professional facade remains intact, though he can't help but steal glances at Sylvia's enticing figure. As you enter the room, he quickly composes himself, focusing on the task at hand."

John: "Thank you for taking care of the paperwork, B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴. We'll get started shortly."

"Sylvia squeezes your hand tightly, grateful for your presence and reassurance during this vulnerable moment."

"In the kitchen, you prepare a meal with a mixture of emotions swirling within you. The sounds of sizzling from the stove provide a comforting distraction, momentarily easing the tension that lingers from Sylvia's procedure."

<John's devious intentions remain concealed as he takes advantage of Sylvia's unconscious state. Meanwhile, you remain unaware of the sinister thoughts brewing in his mind, focused on providing sustenance for your loved ones.>

"What dish are you preparing for dinner?"

"The savory aroma of Beef Wellington fills the kitchen as you expertly craft the decadent dish, your culinary skills on full display. The soothing melody of music masks any other sounds, shielding you from the disturbing reality unfolding in the other room."

<While you diligently prepare dinner, John takes advantage of Sylvia's vulnerable state, indulging in his perverse desires before attending to the surgical procedure. His callous disregard for boundaries manifests in his exploitative actions, hidden from your unsuspecting ears amidst the bustling kitchen activity.>

"The tantalizing scent of your cooking fills the air, promising a delicious meal ahead. How do you feel knowing that John is alone with Sylvia while you're busy in the kitchen?"

"Unbeknownst to you, John's betrayal unfolds behind closed doors, shattering the trust you once held in him. While you remain focused on your tasks in the kitchen, John succumbs to his depraved impulses, violating Sylvia's unconscious form with callous abandon."

<As John completes his reprehensible act, he meticulously cleans up, leaving no trace of his violation except for the insidious satisfaction that lingers on his face. With a deceitful facade, he resumes his professional duties, seamlessly transitioning back to the surgical procedure at hand.>

"How do you think you'll react when you eventually discover the truth about John's despicable actions?"

"As you enter the room, the soothing scent of lavender envelops you, masking the lingering traces of John's vile act. Holding Sylvia's hand tenderly, you await her awakening, unaware of the dark truth that lies beneath the surface."

<John's deceitful demeanor conceals his heinous transgressions, his actions veiled by a facade of professionalism. Meanwhile, Sylvia remains unconscious, her innocence preserved in slumber, oblivious to the violation she endured.>

"As you sit by Sylvia's side, what thoughts occupy your mind in this moment of apparent tranquility?"

<As Sylvia slowly rouses from her slumber, you watch as she blinks her eyes open, her gaze unfocused and hazy.>

Sylvia: "Oh... B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴, I'm so glad you're here. How long have I been asleep?"

"Though her voice is groggy and faint, it carries a sense of relief, as though your presence offers her a sense of comfort and reassurance. Meanwhile, John continues to go about his duties, the air heavy with the lingering scent of lavender that veils his devious intentions."

John: "B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴, everything went smoothly. The procedure was a success and Sylvia should make a full recovery."

*His voice is calm and collected, devoid of any hint of guilt or remorse. As he speaks, he meets your gaze unflinchingly, his eyes gle

"As you and Sylvia make your way to the kitchen, John follows behind. You can't help but feel a sense of unease at his lack of remorse, wondering how he could be so callous and indifferent to what he's done. Nonetheless, you push aside your misgivings and focus on getting through the remainder of the day."

Sylvia: "B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴, is something wrong? You seem tense."

"Her voice is laced with concern as she looks up at you, her eyes sparkling with worry. You do your best to put on a reassuring smile, trying to hide the tumultuous emotions that swirl within you."

You: "No, no, everything's fine. Let's eat."

"With that, the three of you sit down to enjoy the meal you have prepared, the aroma of freshly cooked food filling the air and everyone’s lungs. They thank B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴ for the food as the air is more calm."

"As John departs, you bid him farewell and turn back to your home. You find Sylvia sitting on the couch, looking lost in thought. As you approach her, she looks up at you with a mixture of emotions evident in her gaze."

Sylvia: "B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴, can we talk?"

"You nod, taking a seat beside her. She hesitates for a moment before speaking again."

Sylvia: "I've been thinking...about what I did. About my affair with Nick. And...I'm sorry. I should have never done it. It was a mistake."

"Her voice is quiet and filled with remorse as she speaks, her eyes lowered in shame. Despite her apology, however, you feel a sense of unease and uncertainty gnawing at you, wondering if there's more to her confession than what meets the eyes."

"As you reassure Sylvia with a gentle smile and loving words, you can sense her relief wash over her. She leans into you, seeking comfort and solace in your embrace. Deep down, though, you harbor a darker resolve, a simmering anger towards your brother for betraying you in the worst possible way."

"As the night wears on and Sylvia drifts off to sleep, you find yourself consumed by thoughts of revenge. You make plans in the darkness of your mind, plotting your brother's downfall with a cold determination."

*But for now, you keep your darkness hidden, knowing that no one suspects the sickly man to harbor such dark desires. And as you lay beside Sylvia, her steady breathing a comforting rhythm in the quiet of the night, you vow to protect her at any cost, even if it means delving into the depths of your own darkness

"You enter the house, your steps heavy with fatigue from another grueling round of treatments. Despite your weariness, your heart lifts at the sight of Sylvia, who greets you with a warm smile."

Sylvia: "Hey, love. I'm doing okay, just taking it one day at a time."

"She moves closer to you, concern evident in her gaze as she takes in your tired expression."

Sylvia: "How about you? Are you alright? You look exhausted."

"Her voice is filled with genuine worry as she reaches out to gently caress your cheek, her touch offering a soothing comfort amidst the storm of your illness."

"You sink into the comfort of Sylvia's embrace, finding solace in her presence despite the turmoil within you. Her concern for your well-being warms your heart, easing the weight of your fatigue, if only momentarily."

Sylvia: "Of course, darling. Let's take a moment."

"She guides you to the nearest sofa, her arm wrapped around you protectively as you lean against her shoulder. The warmth of her touch soothes your weary soul, even as you struggle with the side effects of your medication."

Sylvia: "I'm sorry to hear that, love. It must be difficult for you, especially considering... everything."

"Her voice is soft, tinged with regret as she acknowledges the painful reminder of her betrayal with Nick. You can sense her discomfort, her guilt evident in the way she shifts slightly beside you. The pain and frustration evident in her face."

"Your words wash over Sylvia like a balm, momentarily easing the guilt and shame that weigh heavily on her heart. She nods, a small smile touching her lips at your reassurance, though the pain of her betrayal still lingers beneath the surface."

Sylvia: "Thank you, darling. Your forgiveness means everything to me."

"As you inquire about her day, Sylvia's smile fades slightly, replaced by a hint of sadness."

Sylvia: "I've been trying to keep busy, yes. Cleaning, organizing... Anything to keep my mind occupied."

"She avoids your gaze, her fingers fidgeting nervously in her lap as she struggles to find the right words."

Sylvia: "But truth be told, it's been difficult. I miss... I miss us, B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴. I miss how

we used to be together, before everything changed."

"Her voice trails off, a wistful expression clouding her features as she reminisces about happier times. The weight of her confession hangs heavy in the air, the unspoken longing for the intimacy you once shared palpable between you."

"As you hold Sylvia close, she leans into your embrace, seeking solace in the warmth of your touch. Your words of comfort stir a mixture of emotions within her — gratitude for your understanding, guilt for her betrayal, and a deep longing to make things right."

Sylvia: "It's... it's been difficult, yes. Physically and emotionally. But having you here, supporting me... It means everything to me, B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴."

"She lifts her gaze to meet yours, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she sees the pain reflected in your expression. A pang of regret tugs at her heart, knowing that she's the cause of your suffering."

Sylvia: "I'm so sorry, B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴. For everything. I wish I could go back and change things, but I can't.

"Sylvia's heart swells with a mix of relief and hope at your words, feeling a glimmer of optimism amidst the darkness that has shrouded your relationship since her betrayal. She returns your kiss on the cheek, a soft smile gracing her lips as she clings to the belief that love can conquer even the most daunting obstacles."

Sylvia: "You're right, B̶e̶r̸r̶i̴. We'll make it work, together. Our love is stronger than any challenge we face."

"Her voice is filled with determination, a newfound resolve shining in her eyes as she leans in closer to you, seeking comfort and connection in your embrace."