Her Last Goodbye
I woke up in the middle of the night to find my wife crying and begging me to let her see that young man one last time.
"I’ll come right back after seeing him one last time. Please, I’m begging you."
In our seven years of marriage, this was only the second time she’d spoken to me in such a pleading, ingratiating tone.
The last time was when I caught the kid running out of her office, his clothes in disarray.
Afraid I’d make a scene, she grabbed my hand and pleaded, "Honey, I promise I’ll cut him off. Please don’t divorce me. I’ll die without you."
So, I gave her another chance.
Just as she promised, she devoted herself to our family, becoming the perfect wife everyone admired.
Until today.
I turned on the bedside lamp, looked into her eyes, and told her seriously, "Go. Don’t leave yourself with any regrets."
I had no regrets left.
I hoped the same for you.
Bab Populer