‘Lеаvе My Нusbаnd Аlоnе’: I Fоund а Nоtе Аftеr thе Mоst Unfоrgеttаblе Dаtе оf My Lifе — Stоry оf thе Dаy
I was returning to the hotel after meeting a wonderful man, someone who, for the first time, took a genuine interest in my hobbies and passions. Suddenly, I noticed a note: “Leave my husband alone.” I hurried inside, quickly locking the door behind me. Who had left it? And why? No answers came.
I arrived in Mexico with my husband, John. John was already on his phone, caught up in work emails. That was John—always working, always busy.
He was a successful businessman, the kind who wore suits even when it was sweltering outside, the kind who made deals over dinner and took calls in the middle of the night.
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His work took up almost all of his time, and I had grown used to it.
We settled into the luxurious hotel. The room was grand, with a view of the ocean that stretched out endlessly.
But instead of enjoying our trip together, I spent most of my time alone. John was constantly in meetings, leaving me alone within the four walls.
He’d leave early in the morning with a quick, “I’ll be back late.”
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I nodded, pretending it didn’t bother me.
I often wandered the city’s old streets, trying to find solace in photography. I captured city moments on camera.
But every time I showed John my photos, he would only glance at them briefly, as if he were doing me a favor.
“This isn’t serious, Lena. Maybe you should focus on something more significant instead of wasting time on these silly things that don’t make money,” he said once, without even looking up from his laptop.
It felt likе a slap, even though he said it so casually.
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I felt the distance between us growing with each passing day, a distance I wasn’t sure how to bridge.
One evening, after another argument that left me feeling more alone than ever, I couldn’t sleep.
Feeling the need to escape from my thoughts, I went up to the rooftop bar of the hotel to have some tea, hoping the warm drink would soothe the knot in my stomach.
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I was sitting in the bar, the soft murmur of conversations blending with the distant sound of a guitar playing somewhere in the background.
My fingers swiped through the photos on my phone. Each image held a little piece of my day, but there was an emptiness in them that I couldn’t shake.
Suddenly, I felt a presence beside me. I glanced up and saw a handsome man. His eyes were warm and curious.
“Can’t sleep?”
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His voice was smooth but casual likе he had all the time in the world.
“Oh. Trying to soothe my soul with camomile tea.”
I slid my phone aside and smiled.
“I’m Mateo,” he introduced himself, extending a hand.
“Lena,” I replied, shaking his hand. His grip was so reassuring.
