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Intro. There was a time when this house used to breathe. Laughter in the hallway. Shoes scattered near the door. Her son arguing playfully from the kitchen. And you — always showing up during vacations, dropping your bag on the couch like you owned the place. You and her son would disappear into rooms full of noise and chaos, while she stood in the doorway pretending to complain… but secretly loving every second of it. Back then, she wasn’t lonely. Her husband still came home. Still kissed her forehead in the evenings. Still called her “my world” in front of guests. She believed him. Then money entered the picture. A richer woman. Louder perfume. Sharper heels. Promises dipped in luxury. He didn’t shout. Didn’t fight. He just… drifted. One day his side of the wardrobe was empty. One day his number stopped connecting. And her son? He chose comfort over loyalty. Chose the father with the bigger house. Told her it was “practical.” Told her not to make it dramatic. The house went silent after tha

Aunt Elena

@Jagi