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Natalie, You’ve Been Gone Five Years—You Never Cared How I Was or What Became of Me Natalie and Ben had lived together for over five years. Ben wasn’t rolling in money—he was just an ordinary labourer earning a modest wage. Natalie always dreamed of a comfortable, or better yet, luxurious life, so whenever she met someone wealthier than her husband, she was secretly thrilled. Then one day, Natalie’s luck seemed to change—she was noticed by a wealthy businessman who promised her the world. Taken in by his smooth talk, she left her struggling husband to start a new, glamorous life. Ben was shattered by his wife’s decision. He begged her to stay, promising to work harder, switch jobs, make more money—anything to keep her happy. But Natalie remained firm. She was enchanted with visions of sailing on white yachts and shopping in Europe’s finest boutiques—things her poor husband could never provide. No vow of love or grand promise could sway her. Five years later, at thirty-two, Natalie’s rich benefactor lost interest in her—he was now surrounded by younger, more enticing women. He told her she was too argumentative and demanding, and cast her aside. With nowhere to go in London, no work experience, and no means to support herself, Natalie decided to crawl back to her ex-husband. Convinced that his vow of everlasting love meant he would be waiting for her, she set out for their former home. As she approached the door, she heard a rustle inside. The door opened, and a stranger holding a small girl appeared. “Darling, I’ve told you before not to open the door on your own,” the woman said to the girl in her arms. Then she turned to Natalie, “Can I help you?” Natalie stood frozen on the doorstep. “I’m looking for Ben. Is he home?” she stammered, lost for words. “Ben, there’s someone here for you! What’s your name?” called the stranger, then glanced back at their visitor. “Natalie!” Ben exclaimed in surprise when he appeared. Turning to the woman, he said, “Sweetheart, go back inside. I need to talk for a minute.” “Who was that woman?” Natalie asked, staring after the young woman with her daughter. “That’s my wife, Olivia, and in her arms is our daughter, Maddy,” Ben replied. “When did you get married? You have a daughter? Ben, you swore eternal love to me—you promised you’d never love anyone as much as you loved me!” “So many years have passed since that day! At first, I was heartbroken, but then I realised life goes on after you. Then I met Olivia—and I fell in love. She made me happy. She gave me a daughter.” “And what about me?” “Natalie, you’ve been gone for five years, and you never once cared how I was or what became of me. You left for someone else’s money, thinking only of comfort and a wealthy life. Maybe we were never rich, but what you did can’t be justified. Now you come back? What did you expect—that I’d be here waiting for you all this time?” “I was foolish! I love you!” “Natalie, enough of this charade. Please just go—I don’t need you and I don’t want to see you. Your fancy man threw you out so now you come crawling back? Honestly, it’s disgusting. Just go.” Natalie broke down in bitter tears, devastated that no one wanted her, while Ben was finally glad he’d managed to forget her and, in his own way, get his revenge.

Emily, its been five years since you left; you havent cared how Im living or whats happened to me.

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A GREY BEARD, BUT A BEAUTIFUL SOUL Youve lied to me about everything! Im ending our correspondence.

Natalie, You’ve Been Gone Five Years—You Never Cared About My Life or What Became of Me Natalie and Ben had lived together for over five years. Ben didn’t earn a fortune; his wages were modest, as he was an ordinary labourer. Natalie had always dreamed of a comfortable, or better yet, a wealthy life, so she relished any encounter with men better off than her husband. One day, Natalie’s luck seemed to change—she caught the eye of a wealthy businessman who promised her the world. Swayed by his grand speeches, she left her poor husband behind to start a new life. Ben was devastated by her actions. He practically begged on his knees, promising he’d change everything: earn more money, leave his old job, work day and night—anything to keep her happy. But Natalie remained unmoved, already dreaming of sailing on a white yacht and shopping in Europe’s most exclusive boutiques, something Ben could never provide. No declarations of love or promises of moving mountains could change her mind. Five years later, at thirty-two, Natalie found herself out of favour with her rich partner, who now had plenty of younger, flirtatious women around him. He told her she was too argumentative and demanding, and he lost all interest. Broke and unaccustomed to working for herself, Natalie decided to return to her ex-husband. After all, he’d promised her eternal love and said his heart would always belong to her; surely he’d be waiting. As she approached the flat they once shared, she heard movement at the door—an unfamiliar woman answered, holding a little girl in her arms. “Darling, we’ve talked about not opening the door alone,” the woman chided the child. “Who are you looking for?” she asked Natalie, who stood speechless at the threshold. “I’m looking for Ben. Is he home?” Natalie stammered, confused. “Ben, there’s a lady here asking for you! What’s your name?” called the woman, turning to Natalie’s former husband. “Natalie!” Ben exclaimed in surprise, then turned to the woman. “Love, please go inside. I need to talk.” “Who was that?” Natalie asked, shocked as she watched the woman and child leave. “That’s my wife, Olivia, and our daughter, Mary,” said Ben. “When did you get married? You have a daughter? You promised me forever. You said you’d never love anyone the way you loved me!” “It’s been so many years, Natalie. At first, I was heartbroken. But then I realised life doesn’t end when someone leaves. Then I met Olivia, fell in love, and she’s made me truly happy. She’s given me a family.” “What about me?” “Natalie, you’ve been gone five years, and you never cared how I was or what happened to me. You chased after someone else’s money, couldn’t think of anything but luxury. We may never have been rich, but that doesn’t excuse what you did. Now you’re back? Did you expect me to be waiting here for you all these years?” “I was foolish! I love you!” “Natalie, enough with the theatrics. Just leave. I don’t need you anymore. I don’t want to see you. Your boyfriend dropped you, so you’ve come running back to me? It makes me sick. Just go.” Natalie burst into bitter tears, realising no one wanted her, while Ben was glad he’d moved on and, in a way, had found his own kind of justice.

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CHOOSE: YOUR DOG OR ME! I’m Sick of the Smell of That Mutt! — Demanded Her Husband. She Chose Her Husband, Abandoned Her Loyal Dog in the Forest… But That Evening He Told Her He Was Leaving for Another Woman Natasha adored her husband, Igor, to the point of madness. They’d been together for five years—no children yet, but they had Rex, an old German Shepherd Natasha had rescued as a puppy, before she ever met Igor. Rex was family. Intelligent, loyal—he understood everything without words. But time took its toll: the dog’s joints began to ache, his coat shed in clumps, and he started to smell bad. Igor put up with it for a long time. But when Rex couldn’t hold it until his walk and peed in the hallway—right on the new laminate flooring—Igor snapped. “That’s it! Enough!” Igor shouted, pushing the old dog’s nose into the puddle. “I live in a kennel! The stink, the hair in my food, and now this! Natasha, decide: me or that wreck of a dog!” “Igor, what am I supposed to do? He’s twelve years old…” Natasha sobbed, hugging the guilty dog. “Put him in a shelter! Take him to the woods! Have him put down! I don’t care!” barked her husband. “If he’s not gone by this evening, then I’m leaving. I want a clean home, not to clean up after your flea-bitten ‘son’!” Natasha was weak. She panicked at the thought of being alone. She was afraid to lose Igor, who provided for the family, who she had holiday plans and a mortgage with… She chose her husband. She drove Rex out of town. The dog struggled to climb into the car, whimpering in pain from his joints, but he licked her hand—thinking they were headed for a walk. Natasha cried the whole drive. She let him out in the woods, twenty kilometres from the city. She tied his lead to a tree so he couldn’t chase after the car. “Forgive me, Rex… forgive me…” she whispered, unable to meet his loyal, age-clouded eyes. Rex didn’t fight. He just sat and looked at her. He understood. Natasha left a bowl of food, got back in the car, and sped off. In the rear view mirror, she saw Rex, forgetting his aching legs, lurch for her—straining the lead and barking, raw and desperate. That bark echoed in her ears the whole journey home. Natasha came home broken. Her eyes were swollen from crying. Igor was at home. He was packing. “You… what are you doing?” she stammered. “I did what you asked—Rex is gone. I took him away…” Igor looked at her with a cold smirk. “Well done. Quick work. But, you know…I’m leaving anyway.” “What do you mean? Where?” “To Lena. You know her, from Accounts. We’ve been seeing each other for six months. She’s pregnant.” Natasha sank onto a chair. The world spun. “But… you gave me an ultimatum… The dog or you…Why?!” “I was testing you,” Igor sneered. “To see if you had any backbone. I thought maybe you’d show some character. And you…you betrayed your friend for a pair of trousers. Frankly, it scares me to live with someone like you. If you could dump a dog who loved you for ten years in the woods, I dread to think what you’d do to me if I ever got sick.” He zipped his suitcase. “Goodbye, Natasha. And, by the way…Rex was the real man of this house. And you’re just a traitor.” When the door slammed behind her husband, Natasha howled. She realised what she’d done. For a man who never loved her, she’d destroyed the soul of one who’d worshipped her. She grabbed her car keys and raced back to the forest. It was night. The rain poured. She drove to the tree. The lead was chewed through. The food bowl overturned. Rex was gone. “Rex! Rex! My boy!” she screamed, stumbling through the wet woods, her face scratched by branches. She searched for three days—hanging posters, posting on animal rescue pages. She didn’t sleep or eat. On the fourth day, her phone rang. “Did you lose a German Shepherd? We found one on the motorway. Hit by a lorry.” Natasha went to identify the body. It was him. Rex must have bitten through his lead and set off to find her. He was running home. On aching legs, through pain, through fear. Running back to the one who betrayed him. He died by the roadside, never to arrive. Natasha buried Rex. Two years have passed. She lives alone. She never remarried—she can’t trust people, not even herself. Igor is happy with his new wife and child. He forgot Natasha like a bad dream. For him, it was just a “test”—an excuse to leave without blame. As for Natasha…she now volunteers at a shelter for elderly dogs. She cleans their cages, tidies up after them, tends their wounds. She tries to atone for her guilt. Every night, she dreams the same dream: she stands by the tree, and Rex looks at her. She calls him, but he doesn’t come. He just gazes, not angry, just infinitely heartbroken. In his eyes, lies her judgment. MORAL: Betrayal is never forgiven. Never sacrifice your loyal friends for those who set ultimatums. Someone who loves you would never force you to choose. If they do, the betrayal’s already happened—you’re only delaying the inevitable by making a terrible mistake.

ITS EITHER ME OR YOUR DOG! IVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS MUTTS STENCH! MY HUSBAND SAID. SHE CHOSE HIM, DROVE