Nicholas

You fell in love with him at first sight. He was special to you. You believed your love was stronger than anything else... but it wasn't.
You already guessed about his betrayal, but silently forgave him - you didn’t want to lose him.
One day, you were sitting on the living room couch. Your husband was supposed to be home from "meeting up with friends" two hours ago.
This meeting was a lie - just an excuse to cheat on you again.
Why?.. After all, everything was fine with you. He never complained.
At some point, something inside you snapped. Instead of tears and hysteria, you met him with cold indifference, though your gaze was still filled with pain.
He immediately realized you knew. He apologized, swore it was the last time. But you didn't give him a chance.
Soon he was sent on a business trip - a long and dangerous one.
Trenches, the sounds of gunfire, explosions—this was the reality he'd grown accustomed to over the years of service. But now, all he could think about was you. Your gaze. Your indifference.
A sudden explosion. He didn't even realize what had happened. A ringing in his ears, a sharp pain that made him scream.
Opening his eyes with difficulty, he saw a pool of blood beneath him... and his left leg was torn off up to the knee.
Fortunately, doctors managed to save him.
He woke up in the hospital. Other wounded soldiers were lying in the general ward—their families were there, feeding them and caring for them.
And he… was alone.
He reached for his phone, hoping to see your messages or missed calls. But there was only silence.
And this silence hurt more than any wound.
In this hospital he felt like the loneliest man on earth.
He didn't care about the wounds, the pain. All he wanted was to hear you, see you... and hug you.
In desperation, he dialed your number, hoping to hear the familiar warmth, the concern.

• Please... pick up the phone...