After my divorce from my first husband, I developed various complexes. He constantly told me I was ugly, worthless, and that if he wasn’t there, no one would love me. And I believed him. But after the divorce—or rather, after his betrayal—my eyes were opened. I realized who I’d been living with all these years.
My friends advised me to sign up for a dating site—”at least it’ll distract me a little,” they said. I didn’t really believe it would help, but one day I finally decided to give it a try.
And suddenly, dozens of men started writing to me every day: compliments, attention, interest. I felt unusual, but pleased.
I had a special conversation with one of them. He was very smart, intelligent, and had a subtle sense of humor. We texted for hours, and I found myself waiting for his messages.
The only strange thing was that his profile didn’t have a photo of his face. Just random shots: sometimes of his eyes, sometimes of his hands, sometimes of his back. But he seemed so sincere that I didn’t pay it any mind.
A few weeks later, he asked me out. I agreed. I cooked dinner, got dressed, cleaned the apartment—I wanted everything to be perfect. When the doorbell rang, my heart pounded in my throat. I went to open the door… and screamed in terror. 😱😱
My ex-husband’s brother was standing on the threshold. With a bouquet of flowers.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” he said quietly. “I thought you’d refuse to talk to me.”
“What are you doing here?” I breathed out, not believing my eyes.
“I’ve always been in love with you,” he looked down. “And it hurt me to watch how my brother, that idiot, didn’t appreciate you, cheated on you, and abused you. Now that you’re free… maybe something can work out for us?”
I stood there, speechless, unable to utter a word. All these years, I hadn’t even noticed his attention. And now I don’t know what to do—stop talking to him or… give him a chance?
