There was little I could do, but listen. “Ani, how could he do this to me? After all the hard work I’ve put in, the countless hours I’ve had to wait for him, he still went ahead and… and…” she broke off, a fresh spout of salty droplets trickling down her eyes. “I’m running a high fever, and he... he can’t understand that?” “And, and, what bothers me most is that no one will ever listen to my side of the story now”, she muttered, as she crouched next to me, and poured her heart out.