Suspicions began. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/6b61f6/620x0/1/0/2025/02/08/o7Po0F5F5F7SHGNLPFRPFR05WIKTGTGTGLIZOCQVGQVGQVQV.jpg" alt = "man @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (181,181,180,1)" > < p > It all began with these mysterious phone & oacute; w. As soon as I entered the room, my wife suddenly silent or went out into the balcony. She wrote messages and quickly deleted them from the phone. She became nervous, distracted. She hid something from me, I felt every cell of the body.
< P > Suspicions began. Is it someone else ? did she find someone new ? We were fine, I loved her, trusted her. And now suddenly everything has changed.
< p > One day I decided to follow her. I didn't want to, but I had to know the truth. She left the house, looked around nervously, as if she was afraid that someone would see her. She went to the other end of the city and entered a small cafe. She sat at the table. After a while a young boy approached her, maybe twenty years old.< p > I watched how they talk how he squeezes his hand, how something I have seen in her eyes for a long time appears. Sensitivity. Closeness.
< p > my heart was pounding. Everything became clear. < p > reveals me. < p > I couldn't stand it. I entered the cafe, stood at their table. < p > — Who he is ?! & Amp; MDASH; I asked without controlling the trembling in my voice.< P >The wife paled.
< p > — What are you doing here ?< p > — I asked who he was! & Amp; MDASH; REPLE & AMP; Oacute; I was sharpening. < p > The young boy looked at me scared.
< p > — Mom, who is ?
< p > I froze.
< p > Mom ?
< p > — It's & hellip; this is your husband ? & amp. The boy asked, looking at her in surprise. < p > — Yes, Kamil & Amp; Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; The wife whispered. & Amp; MDASH; It's m & oacute; juar.< p > I felt the blood out of my face.
< p > — Mom ? — & oacute; I was deaf.
< p > my wife lowered her eyes.
< p > — I didn't want you to find out in this way & b & hellip;< p > — What ? that you have a son ?!
< p > The boy looked at us shocked.
< p > — You didn't tell him about me ?
< p > — I wanted & hellip; But I was afraid.
< p > she was afraid ? what ? that I would not accept her son ? that the truth will destroy our marriage ?< p > — Why didn't you tell me anything ? — I whispered, feeling that the ground is removed from n & oacute; g.
< p > — Because when I met you, I wanted to start all over again. I was afraid that if you found out, you wouldn't want to be with me. That you will leave.
< p > I looked at her and felt everything that was between us suddenly falls into pieces. She didn't betray me. She had no lover. < p > but she lied to me. < p > I lived in a lie for years. I was sure that I knew a woman who married oacute; And yet I did not know her at all. < p >< br />< strong > This may also be interested in: Andrzej Duda and Zenon Martyniuk found the intelligence of the language. The musician does not hide pride