I looked at him in disbelief. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/b9a677/620x0/1/0/2024/11/24/qf4nygh3zhdfncc5srl3dhiedtix5ihubl6vyumg.jpg" alt = "woman @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (174,176,171,1)" > < p > — Repetition & rz & mdash; I whispered, feeling my heart pounding in my chest.

< p > Michał didn't look into my eyes. He stood opposite me, his hands tightened into his fists nervously. Earlier so confident, now he looked like a tch & oacute; rz, which was looking for an emergency exit.

< p > — Marta is pregnant — he said quietly.

< p > pregnancy. His wife. The one who was to leave the oacute; The one who apparently no longer loved.

< p > Two years ago everything looked different.

< p > Michał M & oacute; there was nothing between him and Marta. That their marriage is only appearances, an empty commitment. That he never felt what he feels to me.

< P > & AMP; BDQUO; It's just a matter of time & rdquo; & ndash; He was telling me in a whisper when we were lying in my & Żku.

< P > & AMP; BDQO; Everything will work out, I promise. ” You are everything to me. & AMP; RDQUO;

< p > and I believed him.

< p > I waited. I was patient. I supported him when M & Amp; Oacute; he could just leave, because you have to plan it well well & rdquo;. I believed that he loved me, that I was the only one, that we will be together.

< p > and now he was standing in front of me and m & oacute; he was coming back to her.

< p > — It wasn't supposed to end & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; I whispered.

< p > — I have to be with her. With a child — He said as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

< p > — With the child ? — Repeal & oacute; I got bitter. & Amp; MDASH; And what about me ? what to do with us ?

< p > — I know it hurts, but & Hellip; I can't do it.

< p > I felt my whole body tremble.

< p > — And I ? — I clenched my teeth. & Amp; MDASH; I didn't mean anything for you ?

< p > Michał looked at me for a while.

< p > — You meant. But it ended.

< p > I watched how it comes out.

< p > without regret. Without hesitation.

< p > and I was left alone.

With promises that have never meant anything.

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