I drank the last sip of the bottle of wine, the candles gave their last glow, the dinner was already cold, and my heart, of course was broken, I had fallen again!
I had given up the carnal pleasures that gave me absolute happiness to give a chance to a marriage that had already failed many years ago, only because my wretched husband had let fall a few crocodile tears, simulating a pain that was possibly as false as the love he claimed to feel for me.
It was already midnight, I called his phone, but it was off, like so many nights, evidently he was not going to arrive, I got up from the seat a little dizzy, staggering product of the effect of alcohol, I got to the room, I lay down on the bed and fell fast asleep, he was not worth it, I swear he was not worth losing one more second of slee
