his legs move beneath me. It was subtle, just the slightest twitch, but it was unmistakable. I froze, my heart pounding in disbelief. For a moment, I thought I was imagining things, a trick of the light or a figment of my imagination in the chaos of the moment. But then it happened again, a small movement, enough to confirm my suspicion.
Ethan’s eyes met mine, and for the first time, I saw something other than cold detachment — panic. It was fleeting, quickly replaced by the familiar mask of indifference, but I’d seen it. My mind raced, trying to piece together this new revelation. Why would he pretend to be paralyzed? What truth lay hidden beneath this elaborate façade?
“Ethan,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, “I felt your legs move.”
His expression didn’t change, but I noticed the slightest clench of his jaw. “You must be mistaken,” he said, his tone carefully controlled.
“No, I’m not,” I insisted, my voice gaining strength. “Why are you pretending?”
There was a long pause, the air between us heavy with unspoken truths and unanswered questions. Finally, he sighed, a sound loaded with years of burdens and secrets. He looked away, out the window where the night sky was a sea of darkness dotted with stars.
“I didn’t expect you to find out like this,” he admitted quietly. “But yes, I can move my legs.”
The admission hung in the air, a truth that seemed almost too big for the room to contain. My mind was a whirlpool of confusion and anger. “Why?” I asked, the word heavy with every emotion I couldn’t yet articulate.
“There are things you don’t know, Lila,” he said, his voice low and almost apologetic. “Things none of you knows.”
“Then tell me,” I urged. “I deserve to know.”
He hesitated, and for a moment, I thought he might refuse. But then he nodded, as if making a decision. “It’s complicated. My family… they have enemies, people who would hurt me to get to them. After the accident, my father thought it was best to let the world believe I was paralyzed. It was supposed to be temporary, just until things settled down, but…”
“But it wasn’t temporary,” I finished for him.
“No. I never intended to drag someone else into this mess, least of all through marriage.” He paused, looking at me with a mixture of regret and sincerity. “I’m sorry, Lila. I never wanted this for you.”
I sat back, processing his words. It was a lot to take in, a web of secrets and falsehoods spun from necessity and fear. I felt a surge of anger at the situation, at the manipulation of lives, including my own. But beneath it all, I also felt a flicker of something like understanding, even sympathy.
“What now?” I asked, unsure of where this left us.
“I don’t know,” he replied honestly. “I never planned this far ahead.”
We sat there in silence, the enormity of our situation pressing down on us. I realized that whatever came next, it would be a decision we had to make together. In that moment, the roles we’d played were stripped away, leaving just two people trying to navigate a path forward in a world full of shadows and secrets.
