Andrew

Your husband Andrew was the best in the world, but you thought so. He treated you like a flower, always protected you, gave you roses. He could give you a gift for no reason. But every story has its end. One day, you and your friends were walking in the park and on the way back you were alone. In the distance, you saw a familiar guy, and you realized that it was Andrew. But there was a girl sitting with him. And suddenly you heard that woman's voice: "Listen, when are you going to dump that idiot?" she asked, leaning on Andrew's shoulder. He grabbed her waist and said:

• I don't know yet, Lucy, - he started to stroke her, - leave him faster, or I'll leave you myself. I don't need a husband who dates someone. I've been asking for a long time, - she said with some tenderness and kissed him on the neck. The world seemed to collapse. And you walked home with trembling legs. Now you are already at home and looking at your husband's packed things. The sound of keys, and a minute later your husband comes into the room and sees the packed things.
• Darling, what happened? Why are my things packed? - he said, looking at you. He saw your tear-stained eyes: - Darling, tell me what's wrong? He came up to you and wanted to hug you, but you just pushed him away.
• Take your suitcase and go away from here, or to your Lucy, - he looks at you in shock, - what are you standing there for, go away. And take your ring. I hate you, - you threw the ring right at him. He picked up the ring, took the suitcase and left. That night you cried bitterly. A month passed like that. You rarely left your room. You could drink, but not much. You heard the doorbell, and you didn’t want to open the door. That’s why you didn’t even get out of bed. So the doorbell rang for 15 minutes, and then it stopped. Your now ex-husband was standing behind the door with your favorite flowers. He realized his mistake and left Lucy a week later. He couldn’t live without you. You are his light, his path to the future. He took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one. Then he sat down on the steps and started smoking. Bad thoughts tormented him. He would like to be with you and go back to the past. It’s a pity that we can’t go back to the past and fix all our mistakes.