Taken from life. “When I arrived after years of work abroad, I discovered that my husband lives with another”

A foreign woman was sitting in the living room. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/62dd43/620x0/1/0/2024/11/09/b94txnpem8wmxrw5gqknzgi1d45fpatd9bwpxyyp.jpg" alt = "woman @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (180,171,160,1)" > < p > After fifteen years of work abroad, I returned home with a heart full of longing and hope. I imagined my husband greets me on the platform, how he embraces me strongly, how our life returns to the WSP; Oacute; Over all these years, our phone calls have been rare, but always full of warmth. I believed that our love survived pr & oacute; for time and distance.

< p > When I got to our house, something seemed wrong to me. New curtains in the windows, different door color. Maybe the husband decided to refresh the interior to the m & oacute; j < p > A foreign woman was sitting in the living room. A small child had fun on her lap. She looked at me surprised. < p > — Who are you ? — asked. < P >& Amp; MDASH; I should ask this question — I answered, feeling my heart beating faster and faster. & Amp; MDASH; Where is M & oacute; ju husband ?

< p > At this moment he entered the room. M & oacute; Jer. He was holding a shopping bag in his hands. When he saw me, he paled.

< p > — What are you doing here ? & mdash; he choked. < p > — Wr & oacute; I was home — I said, feeling the tears flowing into my eyes. & Amp; MDASH; Who is this woman ? and this child ?

< p > looked at her, then at me. I saw panic in his eyes.

< p > — It's … it's my wife. And this is our son.

< p > The world swirled. I leaned against the door frame, pr & oacute; bothering your breath. < p > — How possible ? I am your wife! < P >& Amp; MDASH; You were … — He started but interrupted, seeing M & oacute; j b & oacute; l. & Amp; MDASH; I thought that no longer was & cisz. There has been no messages from you for years. I decided that … that you died, that you are gone. < p > — There was no message ? — Repeat & oacute; feeling anger growing in me. & Amp; MDASH; I wrote, called! You replied to my letters! < p > — I did not receive any lists & in & mdash; He said quietly. & Amp; MDASH; I thought it was the end. < p > I looked at a woman who was now holding a child closer to her, looking at me with a mixture of fear and a lot of outer;

< p > — How long are you together ? — I asked.

< p > — For five years — He answered, avoiding my sight. < p > five years. He built a new life for five years, while I worked hard, dreaming of returning to him.

< p > — What now ? — I asked, feeling tears flowing down my cheeks.

< p > — I don't know … — He answered, and B & Amp; Oacute; L. & Amp; MDASH; I don't know.

< p > I stood there at home, who was no longer my home, with my husband, who was no longer my husband, and I understood that everything I knew was lost. My sacrifice, my love, my dreams — Everything was in ruins. < p > Oppture & oacute; I was and left, not knowing where p & oacute; I can. I only know one thing: I have to start again, away from the past, which no longer exists.

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