My Wife Left Me and Our Children After I Lost My Job – Two Years Later, I Accidentally Met Her in a Café, and She Was in Tears

They were already retired and struggling with the rising cost of living.

Max and Lily were my lifeline, though. Their little arms wrapping around me at the end of a long day, their tiny voices saying, “We love you, Daddy,” kept me going. I couldn’t let them down.

They deserved at least one parent who would lay the world at their feet.

The story doesn’t end here — it continues on the next page.

I’m happy to say that the second year after Anna left was much different. I landed a freelance coding project, and the client was so impressed with my abilities that he offered me a full-time remote position with his cybersecurity firm.

The pay wasn’t six figures, but it was solid. We moved to a cozier apartment, and I started taking care of myself again.

I hit the gym, cooked real meals, and created a routine for the kids. We weren’t just surviving anymore; we were thriving.

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