Кадр выше наш. Полное медиа с Facebook запрошено — подставим его сюда, как только приедет.
I'm leaving the link to the Energy Joker app from this story below, if you want to check it out too 👇
🔴 6 YEARS OF MARRIAGE DESTROYED BY A SINGLE PHOTO. BUT THIS EVENING CHANCE ENCOUNTER WITH KSI CHANGED EVERYTHING... 🔴 My name is Emily Carter, I’m 28 years old. We had been married for 6 years, but for the last two years, we were living more like housemates. I work at Tesco, often taking late shifts, and I put up with this cold wall between me and my husband solely for the sake of our 5-year-old daughter. Until the day before yesterday, when a friend sent me a photo. My husband. At a local club. Surrounded by other women. When he came home, I silently shoved my phone in his face. He went pale as a sheet. I wanted to throw his stuff at his feet and leave right then and there. But I couldn’t. I had zero savings to rent my own flat. I was trapped in an absolute financial corner. The next day was a complete mental breakdown. After my shift, I went into another supermarket to buy dinner for my daughter. Card declined. Tried again — declined again. I ran outside and opened my banking app with trembling hands. There was a pathetic £34 left in my account. At home, I put my daughter to bed and cried softly in the dark, suffocating from pain and panic. The next day I had a shift at Tesco. Around 8:00 PM, I was sitting at the checkout, completely destroyed inside. Mechanically scanning items through the reader. — Good evening. — Would you like a bag? — Paying by card or cash? — Have a nice evening. I repeated this dozens of times, even though my mind was miles away. Suddenly, a group of people walked into the store. I looked up. At first, I couldn't believe my eyes. Then I realized who was walking down the aisle. It was KSI. I knew who he was and recognized him immediately. He filled a whole trolley: drinks, snacks, sweets, frozen food, and a bunch of other stuff. A few minutes later, he came straight to my till. I quickly tried to change my expression. To hide my personal disaster. I forced a polite smile and said: — Good evening! KSI started putting his shopping on the belt.
