I took a deep breath, although my heart was beating like crazy. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/091726/620x0/1/0/2025/02/08/gmuzuont2pffo3k3k3f8udkciiknbpkq9mq9mnojwp.jpg" alt = "woman and man @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (68.75.61.1)" > < p > I looked at the folder with documents and the banknote & oacute; in which & oacute; re lay in front of me on the table. The mother -in -law was sitting opposite, elegantly dressed, with her cool smile on her face.
< p > — Let's not beat around the bush — She said calmly, tapping her nails on the countertop. & Amp; MDASH; You know that I have never accepted you. But now it's time to end. < p > I took a deep breath, although my heart was beating like crazy.< p > — What Mrs. Ms M & Amp; Oacute; Wi ?
< p > — That this marriage was a mistake from the very beginning — She sighed theatrically. & Amp; MDASH; You are an ordinary girl. Ordinary. M & oacute; j son deserves someone more.< p > I squeezed my fingers on the back of the chair.
< p > — So I want to buy me ?< P >& Amp; MDASH; Not & buy & rdquo; & Amp; MDASH; She snorted. & Amp; MDASH; This is an honest proposition. Here you have all divorce documents. You sign and go. And this & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; The banknote & W & AMP; MDASH; it's for a new start.
< p > I looked at the money, feeling my stomach. < p > — And if the refuse ?< p > mother -in -law narrowed her eyes.
< p > — Oh, honey & Hellip; Sooner or p & oacute; you will break down anyway. You don't fit him, he gets tired. I just want to speed up what is inevitable.
< p > I wanted to get up and leave, but something stopped me.< p > — And who is this & ampquo; perfect & rdquo; wife ?
< p > her face beaming.
< p > — Marta. C & oacute; my friends & oacute; Beautiful, educated, from a good family. He has already met her. Fit together perfectly. < p > suddenly everything made sense. Her husband's cool eyes, more and more distance, p & oacute; Żejne home. < p > have already made a decision for me.< p > I looked at her for a while, and then I got up.
< p > — Maybe I don't fit your world. Maybe I'm not & ampquo; perfect & rdquo;. But I will not sell my marriage.
< p > I grabbed divorce documents and tossed them into the air. The cards fell apart. < p > mother -in -law looked at me in disbelief.< p > — You make a mistake.
< p > — Maybe. But at least it will be M & Amp; OCute; j Error, not Mrs. < p > I left, leaving her alone in this sterile, ideal world, which & oacute; ry built for her son.< p > but I wasn't part of it. I have never been. < br />< br />< /p >