I was in the hospital when he said it. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/647d1c/620x0/1/0/2025/04/08/pf9lwiccjzvop9qfociocyciahyz3rvvhajeffwbkengkth.jpg" alt = "from life taken." Quot; while you are still alive, we must divorce & quot ;: He announced my husband before going to the sea with her lover. When he returned from vacation, he was surprised " Style = "background-color: rgba (122,122,122.1)" > < p > It was for the third time that this week came the doctor and said the words that no woman wants to hear: & bdquo; are cancer & oacute; r. But we have a chance if we take up the fight immediately &.

< p > I wanted to fight. I had whom & ndash; For children, for yourself, for life. I also thought I had a husband.

< p > but he only stood by the window and looked somewhere in the distance. And then he said calmly, without a shadow of emotions: < br /> & ndash; Before you still live & Hellip; We must divorce.

< p > I thought I could hear badly. That it may be a shock, maybe fear. But no. There was no sadness in his eyes, but & Hellip; Waiting.

< P >& ndash; I'm going to the seaside. With Magda. I have to start a new life. You & Hellip; You have your affairs.

< p > Magda. It was his colleague from work. Now & ndash; New love. M & oacute; it was that it happens' That he didn't want to hurt me. That he cannot waste his life in the shadow of someone else's end

< p > packed the same day. When he left, he left divorce documents on the cabinet at the & oacute; And I stayed & ndash; with a tube in hand, with a wenflon in the shoulder and heart, which & oacute; rectified more than my body.

< p > but I didn't die. Neither then nor p & oacute;

< p > I underwent surgery. Chemistry burned my hair and memories, but not dignity. I swore to myself that if fate would give me a second chance & ndash; I will use it differently. For myself. Not for him.

< p > After four months I was home. Sam. Poor but alive. With a head raised higher than ever before.

< p > A week p & oacute; Wr & Amp; Oacute; he was

< p > tanned. Fragrant with cologne. Smiling. And & Hellip; Sam.

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< p > I looked at him. I looked for a long time. In silence. Then I reached into the drawer, took out the documents that left me himself. And I gave them back & ndash; signed.

< p > & ndash; NO. It was a mistake that I once believed that you love me. But I have already cured myself. Just like the disease.

< p > He paled. He left. Not Wr & oacute;

< p > and I ? I live. And I will not let anyone decide about my life & before I still live

Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116