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< p > or maybe it will not come ?< p > I should not be surprised.
< p > This is his style.< p > I met him by accident.
< p > charismatic, smiling, one who looks at you as if you were the only woman in the world.
< p > on the first day I felt that it was a mistake.
< p > — I have a wife.
< p > but then he added:< p > — It has not been going on for years. It's just a matter of time until I divorce.
< p > I believed. < p > because I wanted to believe. < p > Several months have passed.< p > then a year.
< p > two.
< p > and I was still the other. < p > I waited. < p > because m & oacute; that everything was complicated. < p > that the wife is not ready. < p > that children must grow. < p > that it's just a matter of time. < p > One night, when we were lying together in & oacute; I asked:< p > — And if you never divorce ?
< p > laughed as if it were a funny question.
< p > — Don't be stupid.
< p > but I wasn't stupid. < p > I just cheated on myself. < p > passed three years.< p > three years secret & oacute; w.
< p > Three years of lonely holidays.
< p > three years ride & oacute; in which & oacute; re ended when she returned home.
< p > today he was to tell me that he finished with her.
< p > so claimed yesterday.
< p > but his phone was silent.
< p > I stared at the screen, counting minutes.
< p > I finally called.
< p > after a few signals he received. < p > — Do not call me anymore.< p > my heart stopped for a second.
< p > — What ?
< p > — I can't pull it. Forgive
< p > and hung up.
< p > I sat in silence for a while.
< p > and then I understood.
< p > there was no divorce.< p > It was never.
< p > It was only me.< p > and three years of wasted life.