I have counted the days to return for years. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/b34fd9/620x0/1/0/2024/11/23/srwxzeai1l11l11uqvp982tzvfb65DededBez0Oood5xmq.jpg" alt = "woman @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (170,153,137.1)" > < p > When I went abroad, I had one goal & ndash; earn a better life for us. For me and my husband. I wanted us to have our own apartment without a loan, that we did not lack anything.
< p > I sent money to the WSP; Oacute; I trusted him.
< p > He was my husband. < p > I was sure that he was waiting.< p > did not wait.
< p > When I stood in front of our door after so many years, I felt that my heart would break. < p > I still remembered this house. Door color, cage number, smell of old wood in the corridor. < p > It was my place. < p > but it wasn't mine anymore.< p > I called the door.
< p > I did not expect a foreign woman to open them.< p > looked at me surprised as if she saw the ghost.
< p > — Yes ?
< p > I could not get a word.
< p > — This is some misunderstanding & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; I finally whispered. & Amp; MDASH; I live here.
< p > Before she could answer, the door appeared in the door. < p > — What are you doing here ? — he asked as if I was an intruder.< p > — Like what ? wr & oacute; I was home.
< p > — This is no longer TW & AMP; Oacute; J house — His new woman said, braiding her arms on her chest.
< p > — What ? — My heart was pounding like crazy.
< p > — We live here together — Her husband said calmly. M & oacute; j house. My apartment. My life.
< p > I couldn't breathe. < p > — You threw me out of my own home ?!< p > — I did not throw anything — He shrugged. & Amp; MDASH; You were simply not here.
< p > I just wasn't there. < p > Only that was enough for me to become nobody.< p > they lived together in my apartment, which I kept my money for years.
< p > m & oacute; ju husband.
< p > his lover.
< p > A I ?
< p > I was just someone who was & oacute; for p & oacute;