Only now did she think of all those events
from her past that left a lasting mark on her figure. Still
what horrified her now was not that another woman had conspired
to steal her husband from her, but that she had been all
these years easily deluded into a lie – a fantasy – where
she has been literally wasting the precious moments of her
life. That bitter truth now jolted her into a new realization.
She sighed deeply. Words seemed to fail her. Still, she
managed to speak to herself:
“It was I who carried the burden of this family, why shouldn't
my hair turn gray? Did I ever live like my husband – with
no worry or concern? He would be a hero forever if I continue
to stand by him and offer him all the support and protection
he wants. I never took care of myself – I cared only for
him, he was always the object of my concern. And what about
him? Was he even thinking of me? What a shameless fraud!
And what a cruel exploitation! I just can't imagine the life
I lived all these years! My stomach turns! I can't take this
any more! I don't want to look at his face again! This nightmare
should end!”
From: Every Hero Deserves a Heroine
Original Tamil story: Herovukku Oru
Heroine”
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