08/03/2026
I still remember the day I met my wife.
She was there when I had nothing.
No car.
No money.
No direction.
Just dreams.
And she believed in me.
We built everything together. Our first apartment had no furniture.
We slept on a mattress on the floor.
We used plastic chairs for visitors.
But we were happy.
She would cook.
I would hold her from behind and promise her,
"One day, I'll give you the life you deserve." And I did.
Years later, I bought a car.
We moved into a better house.
Life was finally good.
Or at least... it should have been.
Then I met her.
She was younger.
She worked at a new shop near my office.
She laughed at all my jokes.
She looked at me like I was special.
Like I was important.
Something my wife had stopped doing.
Or maybe... I stopped noticing.
It started with simple conversations.
Then phone calls.
Then secret meetings.
I knew it was wrong.
But I kept going.
I told myself it was nothing.
Just fun.
Just an escape.
Just an escape.
But one night, everything ended.
I came home late.
My wife was sitting in the living room.
In the dark.
She didn't turn on the light.
She didn't shout.
She didn't insult me.
She just asked,
"Who is she?"
My heart stopped.
I tried to lie.
She handed me my phone.
My messages were open.
I had forgotten to log out.
She had seen everything.
Every message.
Every promise.
Every betrayal.
Her hands were shaking.
She said,
"I gave you my youth."
Tears fell down her face.
"I stood with you when nobody wanted you."
I couldn't speak.
She looked at me like I was a stranger.
That hurt more than anything.
She said,
"You didn't just cheat on me."
"You destroyed me."
That night, she slept in another room.
One week later, she left.
No fighting.
No drama.
She just left.
And the house we built together became empty.
The younger girl?
She left too.
She said she didn't want problems.
In the end..
I lost both of them.
It's been two years now.
My wife has moved on.
She looks happy.
And me?
I live alone.
In a silent house.
With nothing but memo
