MY HUSBAND LEFT ME FOR A YOUNGER WOMAN – THE LETTER HE WROTE TO ME ON MY BED SEEMED LIKE A JOKE.

I hadn’t spoken to Oleg in almost fifteen years. Not since he packed his bags, said he ‘needed a more exciting life,’ and walked away, as if our marriage was just a temporary chapter. The last I heard of him, he married a woman almost half his age, started a new life and never looked back.

I’m not gonna lie – it broke me. But I put myself back together. Found my happiness, learnt to stand on my own two feet.

And then, last week, a thick envelope arrived in my letterbox. No return address. Just my name, written in trembling but painfully familiar handwriting.

Oleg’s handwriting.

Inside was a letter. The words were barely legible, as if written by a man who didn’t have the strength to hold a pen. My hands trembled when I read the first line:

“By the time you get this, I’ll probably be gone. I know I don’t deserve it, but I need you to listen to me.”

I continued reading, and my stomach clenched tighter with each line. He was writing about regret. About how leaving me was the biggest mistake of his life. About how his new wife wasn’t at all what she seemed.

And near the end, he revealed something that took my breath away.

A secret.

The one he’d kept from me our entire marriage.

And as I finished the last lines, my world turned upside down.

Oleg confessed that even a few months before he left, he had been diagnosed with a fatal illness. He kept it from me, afraid that grief would destroy me. ‘I couldn’t let you watch me die,’ he wrote. ‘I thought I was protecting you from the pain.’

But the truth turned out to be far scarier. He left not for a ‘new life,’ but because he believed he had only weeks to live. He wanted to spend his last days alone to put me out of my misery.

The young woman, Inga, was not his salvation. She was a nurse who took advantage of his vulnerability. Seduced him and then persuaded him to sign over his entire life savings to her “cure”. He realised too late that she was deceiving him, but was already trapped by her lies.

The last lines tore me apart:

“I tried to come back to you. Inga threatened to tell everyone about my illness if I left. But now I’m dying for real – this time because of her indifference. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything. But please know this: you were the only one I ever loved.”

I sat on the floor, tears blurring the letters. For years I’d hated him for his selfishness, for trading me for a younger woman. But what if he’d been fighting something I couldn’t see all along?

The next morning I drove to the address at the bottom of the letter – the hospice where he was staying.

The nurse at the front desk looked up.

“He left last night,” she said softly. – ‘But his wife left this for you.

She handed me a small box. Inside was our wedding photo and a USB stick.

The USB stick contained a video that Oleg had recorded a few days before his death. His face was emaciated, but his eyes showed remorse and despair.

I’m sorry,” his voice trembled. – I didn’t want to leave you. I-I was afraid. When I found out about the illness, I thought I was going to lose you anyway. I couldn’t bear the thought. And Inga, she lied. She hid my real tests. I’m in remission. I tried to contact you, but she blocked my calls.

He swallowed as he continued:

I know you won’t forgive me. But I want you to have this.

He held up the document – the will. Everything he had left, he handed it to me.

I drove home, clutching the box tightly to my chest. The truth was much more complicated and sad than I thought. Oleg didn’t leave because of me. He left because of his own fear.

But the most unexpected secret was hidden in an envelope inside the box.

A letter addressed to my daughter, Lena.

‘To my little star,’ it began. “I will never be able to tell you how much I love you. But please know this: your mum is the strongest person I have ever known. She deserves better than me. Take care of her.”

I froze.

Oleg had always referred to Lena as ‘our daughter.’ But the phrase, ‘I can never tell you how much I love you,’ hinted that he’d never met her.

Lena was born after he left.

And that’s when it all became clear.

He was diagnosed three months before Lena was born. He left before he knew he was going to be a father.

The bitterness overwhelmed me. I’d raised Lena alone, hating her father for years. But he didn’t even know about her.

I rang her straight away.

Mum, I’m in the park! I just found a butterfly! – she announced excitedly.

I swallowed.

Daughter… I have something to tell you.

I told her about Oleg’s letter, his illness, his lies, that he loved her even though he had never met her.

She was silent for a long time, and then she said:

I will name my butterfly Oleg.

The next week I visited his grave. Inga never came – she had disappeared after his death, probably fleeing from the police.

I put a bouquet of his favourite lilies on the headstone and read his letter to Lena aloud.

I’m sorry I hated you,” I whispered. – You were broken, and I was too proud to see it. But I will keep you in my heart – for Lena’s sake and for our love.

What lesson had I learnt? Life is never black and white. Oleg wasn’t a villain – he was a man who let fear overshadow love. And me? I was too blind to see the truth.

Now Lena and I volunteer at the hospice. Helping others say goodbye to loved ones in time.

Oleg’s letter taught me that people are complicated. Forgiveness is not about forgetting, but understanding. And sometimes the hardest part is forgiving yourself for not seeing the whole picture.

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