I fell in love with another woman, and we’re expecting a baby, the husband said….

It’s just that my husband brought his pregnant mistress into our home. That’s all, Anne replied with sadness, tears streaming down her face. You know, but I’m not certain that such a beautiful woman can be replaced.

What a fool your husband is, replied the driver. Well, where is that beauty? I’m already forty. He found himself a young girl, Anne responded.

Dear woman, you’re only forty. It’s the perfect time to love, live and thrive. As for the youth people, they’ve got nothing but wind in their heads.

What’s the use of their youth? I’m sixty-seven. Trust me, as an experienced man, everything will be fine for you. And when that happens, your husband will come back.

But will you need him later? It may seem like the end of the world now, but believe me, you will soon remember this situation with complete indifference. You may even laugh about it later. Anne was truly grateful to this wonderful stranger for his support and kind words.

She listened to him, and in her heart, hope for a happy future began to grow. In her first month in her new place, Anne was arranging her life. The apartment in the new building was spacious and comfortable, but it couldn’t compare to the cosy home where she had spent many years.

Perhaps the woman would have gone crazy from loneliness and sad memories if it weren’t for her childhood friends, Gwen and Wes, who supported her as best they could. Wes took Anne on at his company without hesitation. Little by little, Anne settled into her new work environment, where she was greeted warmly by the team, and when she received her first paycheck in many years, her happiness and joy knew no bounds.

Gwen was a frequent visitor to her friend’s home. Wes, in turn, on his own initiative, stopped communicating with Christopher. The man only called him once as soon as he found out what had happened and, of course, did not support his friend’s betrayal.

One night, Anne stayed at work late. There was an urgent project that they couldn’t seem to finish on time for the client. Wes was already desperate and was sure that his company would fail the project and the client would go to a competitor.

But Anne, remembering everything she had been taught at the university for many years, worked hard and fixed the situation. Leaving the finished project on Wes’ desk, she left the office. It was quite damp and cold outside.

The piercing wind literally blew through her coat. Anne shivered from the cold. Oh, my bad, I should have called a taxi in advance.

The woman scolded herself aloud. Looking around, Anne saw the headlights of a parked car on the other side of the street. The road was empty, so deciding to take a shortcut, she resolutely moved forward to cross the four lanes of the roadway.

A second later, as soon as Anne stepped onto the road, a car jumped out from around the corner. The headlights blinded her. She heard the squeal of brakes and stumbled out of fright.

You’re crazy! I’m probably tired of living! She heard the voice of a man getting out of the car. It’s you who’s crazy. Watch where you’re driving, snapped the woman, fully aware that she was in the wrong.

Oh, an old acquaintance. Hello. The same people are always on the road, heard Anne, a mocking male voice, although he seemed familiar to her, the headlights still blinded her, and she couldn’t see the face of the driver who had approached her.

Let me give you a hand, I’ll help you up. Thanks, I’ve already been helped. My knees and hands are bruised.

Tomorrow is an important day for me. I have to present the project to the client, and you’ve ruined everything for me. What will the client think of me? Anne said reproachfully.

And you should tell this person the truth, that you’re a frivolous person who often throws herself under the wheels of a car, replied the driver. You’re a bore. You’re right, that’s the type of person I am…