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When I first saw Aneta, I was enchanted by her beauty. I would never have believed that at some point in my life I would meet someone like her. That such a woman would even notice me and that I would be interested in her. But it all started on the day she came to me a few years ago with a black hat in her hand and asked if I would contribute to the graduation ceremony. My secret love found me alone after 14 years, and I didn't resist her presence at all. Rather the other way around. I loved her too much to let her go and be able to forget her. But in our case, you can't forget the moment we spent together. It is very difficult to distinguish what is infidelity and what is pure love. Or are there circumstances in which an excuse for infidelity itself can be found?