The Dying Flame of Love

To save my wife, my lungs were pierced by a knife, leaving lasting consequences.

When I fell ill and struggled to breathe, she said I was dramatic and went on a business trip with her childhood friend.

When she returned, I found a man's underwear in her suitcase that did not belong to me.

I calmly made the call: "Director, I've made up my mind. I'm going to assist in Avrika."

Later, at the airport, she bent down, publicly lowering her head and begging for my forgiveness.