I spent the night with a man 30 years younger than me, and in the morning, when I woke up in my hotel room, I discovered something terrible.

 I spent the night with a man 30 years younger than me, and the next morning, when I woke up in my hotel room, I discovered something terrible.

I never thought that something like this could happen to me at the age of 62.

Life during those years was quiet and monotonous.

My husband had long since passed away, my children were grown, each with their own families and their own worries.

I lived alone in a small house outside the city. The days passed peacefully: after lunch, I would sit by the window, listen to the birds and watch the sun slowly set over the empty street.

From the outside, everything seemed peaceful, but inside there was a long loneliness that I tried not to think about.

That day was my birthday.

No one called, no one remembered. And then I suddenly decided to do something unusual, almost reckless. After lunch, I got on the bus and went into the city — just like that, without a plan.

I went into a small bar.

There was warm yellow light and soft music. I sat in a corner and ordered a glass of red wine.

I looked around, and at one point I noticed a man approaching my table. He was younger than me, in his early thirties, neat, confident, with an attentive look. He smiled and offered to order me another glass.

We started talking so easily, as if we had known each other for years. He said he worked as a photographer and had recently returned from a trip.

I told him about myself, my life, how I had put off so many things and never made a decision on much. I don’t know if it was the wine or just the heat of the moment, but suddenly I felt alive.

That night I went to the hotel with him. I felt scared, but at the same time at peace. It wasn’t long before I felt the warmth of another person next to me. We hardly spoke, we just let our emotions guide us.

But when I woke up the next morning, I discovered something terrible.

I was awakened by peace and quiet. The bed next to me was empty. The man had disappeared, without a single word of goodbye.

I found an envelope on my pillow.

At first I thought it was a suicide note, but when I opened it, my stomach clenched with fear.

Inside were photos taken the previous day and a short note.

It said that if I didn’t want the photos to end up on the Internet and be seen by my children and relatives, I had to pay money. Underneath was a credit card number.

At that moment, I realized that I had been scammed.

Everything had been planned in advance — the conversations, the attention, the night, the trust.

Now I tell this story to warn other women. Think twice before trusting strangers, no matter how careful and sincere they may seem. Sometimes the price of a moment of warmth can be too high.

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