Taken from life. “As long as you are still alive, we have to divorce”: my husband announced before going to the sea with his lover. When he returned from vacation, he was surprised

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< 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.

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< 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.

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< 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;

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