I stood in the bedroom, holding a pile of yellowed envelopes in my hands. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/00815f/620x0/1/0/2025/02/22/ggrrebm173lh8h8h852olcwjb82pg5byz4tls9qary.jpg" alt = "from life taken." Quot; I thought we were a happy marriage ": until I discovered letters to another woman" Style = "background-color: rgba (69.54,42,1)" > < p > my hands trembled.

< p > It was supposed to be ordinary Saturday. I just wanted to clean up in the closet, put old documents to the place.

< p > a I found the truth that destroyed my life.

< p > envelopes were r & oacute; wno, hidden in a shoe box, deep at the bottom of the wardrobe.

< p > did not have the addressee.

< p > but I recognized the nature of the magazine.

< p > It was m & oacute; ju husband.

< p > The first letter began with a Słak; in:

< p > “Honey, I think about you every day …”

< p > I felt the air escape from my lung

< P >I turned up more cards by reading the words that were never intended for me.

< p > “I miss you. If only I would withdraw my time, I would choose differently.”

< p > “I have to live under one roof with a woman who I don't love oacute; but my heart always belongs to you.”

< p > It was a blow straight into the heart.

< p > I don't know how much I stood there. Five minutes ? hour ?

< p > all m & oacute; j the world suddenly lost its meaning. Was our co -& oacute life only a lie ? did he never love me ?

< p > I heard the key in the castle.

< p > — Honey, I'm & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; His voice broke off when he saw me standing with letters in his hands.

< p > I looked at him.

< p > — Who she is ?

< p > paled.

< p > — What do you m & oacute; wsz ?

< p > I raised envelopes.

< p > — About this.

< p > no pr & oacute; It was not a pries to pretend that it meant nothing. He just lowered his head and silent.

< p > — How much it lasted ?

< p > — Years & AMP; MDASH; whispered.

< p > years. So our marriage was fiction. So I was just convenience, necessity, duty.

< p > — So why didn't you leave me ? — I asked quietly.

< p > He looked at me sadly.

< p > — Because it was easier.

< p > easier. So I was just a convenient solution.

< p > tonight I packed the suitcase. He was & oacute; & oacute; Pr & oacute; was to explain.

< p > but I didn't listen anymore. Because if he loved someone else & Hellip; I had nothing to lose here.

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