After My Wife Died, I Found Out We’d Been Divorced for over 20 Years – What I Learned Next Shocked Me Even More

Not then. Not ever.

She was my partner in everything — messy, maddening, and magic. And now she was gone.

The silence she left behind had weight.

It pressed on the walls and settled into my skin. And it didn’t plan on leaving.

We had raised two children together, argued over nursery themes and parenting books, made up over tea in bed and quiet, late-night apologies. We had whispered beneath the covers about nonsense and poetry.

One week she was planning a weekend away at a quiet inn near the coast.

“I want a room in a balcony,” she said, folding her favorite cardigan with practiced ease.

“And I want to sit outside with a good book, a cup of tea, and absolutely no emails.”

“You’re dreaming,” I teased. “You haven’t switched off your phone since 2008.”

She smirked, tucking a paperback into her tote bag.

“Then it’s about time, isn’t it?”

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