I looked at her, standing on the threshold of our house. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/522e27/620x0/1/0/2025/03/18/vivufrpqg1qw0rixmi5ahmhy9hn8ucdavytkzeck.jpg" alt = "woman @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (116,113,102.1)" > < p > high, elegant, with impeccable makeup and a look at full confidence.
< p > my husband's ex -wife.< p > — We haven't seen each other for a long time & mdash; She said softly, with a smile, as if it were normal.
< p > as if it wasn't surprising that after years of & oacute; and now PR & oacute; she was afraid to recover something that did not belong to her anymore. ~ 60 > My husband stood next to me, clearly tense.
< p > — What are you doing here ? — asked quietly.
< p > looked only at him.< p > as if I was not here in the fire.
< p > — I thought about everything. I wanted to see you. I wanted & hellip; see if you still feel something for me.
< p > I clenched my hands in my fist. < p > — This is probably not the best time for such conversations. < p > looked at me with pity.< p > — I didn't want to offend you & Hellip; Just & Hellip; You know, I was here first.
< P >In her voice was confidence that & oacute; ran to me from the inside. < p > as if she was convinced that she still had the right to this house, to this man, to this life. < p > did not have to m & oacute; more. < p > I have been with Marek for five years.< p > but she was his first wife. Love from the old days. Someone he once chose for his future & Hellip; And someone who now was & oacute; < p > but I wasn't naive. I was not going to go away.
< p > — You are a stranger here — I said hard.
< p > shifted a look at me.< p > — No, honey. You are the second option.
< p > I felt a wave of anger in the middle. < p > but I will not show her that she hurt me.< p > she wanted to.
< p > — I will tell you something, since you have Kr & oacute; Memory — I started quietly, but confident. < p > — You left him. You decided that you can live without him.< p > The smile disappeared from her face.
< p > — And now you come back and you think that one look is enough for everything we have with Marek to fall apart ?
< p > We looked into the eyes.
< p > silence has become heavy. I waited. For her words, for her explosion, on her retort.< p > but she said nothing. Understood.
< p > She did not come here as a woman who wins. She came to beg for something she rejected herself.
< p > and now she saw that this is not her story.
< P > Oppture & oacute; < p > I didn't stop her. I didn't look at my husband. Nothing M & Amp; Oacute;
< p > because I already knew one. < P > I'm not the second option. I am the one who won