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Her husband lost her in a card game. She showed no emotions at all. Her eyes were dried. She was no different from one of those lifeless waxed dolls that one will find in Madame Tussands.
Most women in her shoes would have been hysterical. Probably they would had cried their eyes out. Probably they would had cursed their husbands. She did no such thing. Calmly, she packed a bag of her clothes and left the house she shared with her husband for the last six years. She moved in with the stranger who had won her.
This is not the first time her husband has put her as a bet on the gambling table. But he had never lost her. She was his good luck charm. That day, everything went wrong and his luck ran out.
Her mother spent her entire life shedding tears for a man she called husband… for a man who broke her heart… for a man who had abandoned her... for a man who brought pain to her life. She was determined that she would not become like her mother. She will not waste her precious tears.
“Trust me, I will get you back,” her husband said.
“You are my good luck charm. You are the love of my life…"
Of course she never believed anything her husband said. Over the years she learned that her husband has a special talent - he breaks all the promises he had made.
Most women in her shoes would have been hysterical. Probably they would had cried their eyes out. Probably they would had cursed their husbands. She did no such thing. Calmly, she packed a bag of her clothes and left the house she shared with her husband for the last six years. She moved in with the stranger who had won her.
This is not the first time her husband has put her as a bet on the gambling table. But he had never lost her. She was his good luck charm. That day, everything went wrong and his luck ran out.
Her mother spent her entire life shedding tears for a man she called husband… for a man who broke her heart… for a man who had abandoned her... for a man who brought pain to her life. She was determined that she would not become like her mother. She will not waste her precious tears.
“Trust me, I will get you back,” her husband said.
“You are my good luck charm. You are the love of my life…"
Of course she never believed anything her husband said. Over the years she learned that her husband has a special talent - he breaks all the promises he had made.
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