“Look at yourself!” – the man shouted, grabbing his suitcase. – “Fat cow! I hate you!”
On the light blue fabric of his favorite shirt burned a bold red stain. Lipstick. Not hers.
“Emma, why? What did I do wrong?”
“You’re just a fool!” – he snapped and slammed the door.
He walked towards his mistress, convinced of his impunity. Unaware that he had already stepped onto a path from which there was no return.
Their story had once started like a fairy tale. They met at the office, young, full of hopes and dreams. Love, marriage, life together. Then years of treatments, endless tears, and finally—the birth of little Victor. Eyes like his father’s. Dark hair, just like his.
But after childbirth, everything changed. Emma’s body was no longer the same. She devoted herself to their son, while Daniel stayed late at work more and more often. At first, she didn’t believe it. But when she first saw the lipstick on his shirt, her world crumbled.
“Enough! I can’t live with you anymore!” – he stormed around the room, throwing clothes into his suitcase. – “We’ll talk about the divorce later!”
She stood frozen. Only silent tears rolled down her cheeks.
“I’ll pay child support, but for anything else—don’t call me!”
“Daniel, please! For the sake of our son!”
“Don’t use the child against me!” – he looked at her with disgust. – “Look at yourself! Fat, unkempt. There are women who give birth and stay slim! Ugh! Disgusting!”
Every word was a knife to the heart. She watched as he walked away, never looking back. Forever.
Divorce. Child support. Emptiness. Her mother helped with their son, but the pain and humiliation wouldn’t leave her.
Day by day. She started taking care of herself. Exercise. A new haircut. Nice clothes. A smile. For the first time in a long time, she looked in the mirror and recognized herself again.
And then came Mark. A colleague who had always supported her. His gaze was warm, his hands—reliable. For the first time, she felt that someone valued her not for her appearance but for her soul.
The wedding was simple but sincere. Mark never criticized her looks, even when her second pregnancy brought extra weight again. He loved her. Just the way she was.
And Daniel?
Life mocked him. His new wife also gave birth. She also gained weight. The same words he once hurled at Emma’s heart now echoed through his own home.
“Fat cow! How did you let yourself go?!”
One day, mutual friends told Emma about it. She only smiled. The boomerang had returned.
And she couldn’t care less.
