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

And then, exactly two years to the day Anna left, I saw her again.

I was at a café near our new place, catching up on work while Max and Lily were at preschool. The smell of roasted beans filled the air, and the soft hum of conversations made it a good place to focus.

I didn’t expect to look up and see her.

She was sitting alone at a corner table, her head down, while tears streamed down her face.

She didn’t look like the woman I remembered, the polished, confident marketing executive with designer clothes and perfect hair.

No, this woman looked… worn. Her coat was faded, her hair dull, and the dark circles under her eyes told a story of sleepless nights.

For a moment, my heart clenched. This was the woman who abandoned us at our lowest.

She had left to make a better life for herself without a jobless husband and twins to take care of, right?

That’s what I’d assume from her cold, short sentence back then.

We were burdens to her, and she wanted more.

So, what happened? Why was she crying at a random trendy coffee shop? I knew I shouldn’t care.

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