“You cheated on me,” I whisper, barely audible—the pain pulses in my heart, and all hopes for a happy family life burn away.
“Yes,” my husband answers sharply, scorching me with a hateful look—and then hits me with a blast of cruel words:
“I want you to get out of my house immediately, take all your things, and let nothing remind me of you, because you’re the past.”
I swallow the lump in my throat; my heart burns with pain, and I look at the woman who’s giving me a haughty look as she tries on the role of the new mistress of my home… My heart shatters into pieces, and I can only whisper:
“Remember this, Nazar—when you come to me begging for forgiveness, I won’t forgive you!”
With pain in my chest, I turn around and leave, carrying under my heart a secret the betrayer-husband will never learn…