I felt my heart accelerated. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/74f178/620x0/1/0/2025/02/09/mv5xdfxta6kv8mD alt = "older pair @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (25.51.53.1)" > < p > The candles on the table slowly burned down, and the smell of wine and roasted duck was floated in the air. Everything was ready & ndash; as every year. Our anniversary has always been something special. Forty years together. Forty years of the uptake & oacute; in and falling; in laughter and tears, everyday kicks & oacute; tni and co -inferior morning morning mornings ~ 60 > < p > this time I felt it was different.

< P >M & oacute; Je husband sat opposite me, stiff, as if he did not match. His look was cool, and he turned the glass nervously.

< p > — We have to talk — He said suddenly, interrupting the silence.

< p > I felt the heart accelerates.

< p > — Something happened ?

< p > sighed, uni & oacute; and looked at me as if he was looking at a stranger.

< p > — I have someone.

< p > I didn't understand immediately. The words echoed in my head, but they did not go together.

< p > — You have someone ? — Rech & oacute; mechanically.

< p > — Yes. I have been with her for a year. And I want to live with her.

< p > everything around & oacute; < p > forty years.

< p > forty damn years.

< P >I looked at the st 'oacute; ł, at a carefully prepared dinner, for a greeting card, which I wrote to him. On our photo in the frame, which stood on the dresser.

< p > did it all mean ?

< p > — I m & oacute; hang it now ? on our anniversary ?

< p > for a moment it seemed that he could not look at me.

< p > — Forgive — threw dry.

< p > — Forgive ?! & Amp; MDASH; I growled, feeling anger in me. & Amp; MDASH; Forty years! Forty years I was your wife! I thought we were a family!

< p > — It ended.

< p > these three words were like n & oacute; Ż in the heart.

< p > — Who she is ?

< p > — It doesn't matter.

< p > I laughed bitterly.

< p > — Maybe not for you. But I need to know who took you from me.

< p > stood up slowly, pushed away the chair, as if he wanted to finish this conversation as soon as possible.

< p > — I will not lie to you. I stopped loving you a long time ago.

< p > tears threw my eyes, but I didn't let them flow.

< p > — So why did you wait today ?

< p > — Because I did not want to ruin you that day.

< p > I couldn't stand it then.

< p > — You didn't want to ruin ?! & Amp; MDASH; I shouted, throwing a plate on the floor. Crashed with a loud crack, but he didn't even move.

< p > took a coat, keys, looked at me for the last time.

< p > — Do not make it difficult.

< p > and then just came out.

< p > I stood in an empty kitchen, hearing the sound of the closing door in the distance.

< p > and then I realized that I just lost forty years of life.

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