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Today, when I look back at the evening Sofia walked through the door with that envelope full of money, I still feel shame.
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Not because I discovered that he loved me.
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It was because I needed to see her give up everything to believe what she had already shown me for two years.
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Sofia didn’t ask me for money.
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He didn’t try to take advantage of my wealth.
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He didn’t ask me for expensive gifts or fancy vacations.
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He had only asked me to love her and trust her.
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And I, instead of offering her those things, I had undergone cruel trial.
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I was lucky to give me another chance.
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But I understood he didn’t owe me.
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If he had chosen to leave for good, he would have had every right.
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One evening, a few years after the wedding, I found Sofia in the garden, looking at the grandmother’s photo.
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I sat next to her.
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What are you thinking?
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He smiled.
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“As close as I missed this house.
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I’ve come down my gaze.
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I am so sorry.
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He took my hand.
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