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.
< p > & ndash; Magda, however, is not & ndash; he said. & ndash; I understood that I made a mistake. Maybe we could & Hellip; start again ?< 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