After I found out that I had a serious illness, my husband filed for divorce and went to another woman—but a few months later, something unexpected happened 

I had a happy life: a loving husband, a family, a good job. I thought only joy and a bright future awaited us. But one day, my whole world collapsed. The doctor pronounced the diagnosis in a calm but cold voice—lung cancer.

For a young woman, with her whole life still ahead, it sounded like a death sentence. But I tried to accept it and come to terms with it. I thought I could get through it because my husband was by my side. He said he loved me and that he would support me through the hardest days.

The first few months were really like that—he held my hand, comforted me, brought flowers home. I trusted him and lived in that faith.

But gradually something changed. I started noticing that he was drifting away: he stayed late at work more often, avoided conversations, and was home less and less. And at one point, I was left alone with my pain. I didn’t blame him—not everyone can handle a life like this. I just kept fighting for the two of us.

Then I found out he had another woman. I accepted that too. After all, I truly couldn’t give him anything.

But then the worst thing happened. The doctors said I needed surgery. My last chance. But the risks were huge—I might simply not wake up.

I was lying in the pre-op room when my husband came in. He had some papers in his hands.

— We need to talk, — he said in a cold voice.

— This can wait, — I tried to smile. — The doctor said I mustn’t worry.

— No. I have to say it now. I’m tired of waiting.

— Okay, I’m listening.

— These are the divorce papers.

I looked at him, in disbelief.

— Seriously? Couldn’t you wait at least until after the surgery?

— No. I’m tired of waiting. I’ll read the papers to you, and you’ll sign them.

He read, and I cried. I didn’t cry because of the illness, nor out of fear of death, but because of betrayal. He didn’t notice my tears, he just kept reading as if I didn’t exist. With trembling hands, I signed the papers. He turned and left without even saying goodbye.

But it’s true what they say: in life, you have to answer for everything. A few months later, something unexpected happened—I saw my ex-husband again, and then the unimaginable happened

The surgery was successful. I survived. I slowly began to recover: my hair grew back, my strength returned. I learned to live again—without a husband, without love, but with hope.

Months passed. I had stopped thinking about him, when one evening there was a knock at the door. On the doorstep was a man in a wheelchair. It was him.

It turned out he had had an accident. His mistress had left him, just as he once left me. He begged to be forgiven and accepted back. His voice trembled, his eyes were full of pain and despair.

And I stood there, looking at him. My heart was quiet and calm. I didn’t know what to say.

For it is true what they say: life is a boomerang.