When I was studying at university in my 3rd year, I met a guy, with whom I immediately fell in love. A year later we got married. My husband studied and worked hard, fully provided for me, bought an apartment for us. And last year I decided to go dancing. There I met a “nice” guy. Once I lost my head and slept with him. After a while I couldn't stand it and told my husband everything. He silently packed up and left. We got a divorce. My husband left me the apartment. After a while, my lover left me because he got bored with me. Now I'm sitting here and I can't understand how I could trade my beloved husband for such a lowlife....