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

I should ignore her, finish my drink, and leave immediately. But she was, after all, the mother of my children.

Unlike her, I wasn’t heartless. I… still seemed to care.

She must have sensed my stare because she looked up.

Her eyes met mine, and her expression shifted from shock to shame.

I could’ve stayed in place, but my body moved before I even had time to consider it. Leaving my cup and laptop on the table, I walked toward the woman who had broken our home.

“Anna,” I said, clearing my throat. “What happened?”

Her eyes darted around as if searching for an escape.

But there was none. “David,” she whispered, fidgeting with her hands. “I… I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Clearly,” I said, pulling out the chair across from her.

“You left us. You walked out without any remorse. And now, two years later, I find you crying in a café?

What’s going on?”

She looked down at the table, her fingers twisting until her knuckles turned white. “I made a mistake,” she finally said, exhaling loudly as if making a horrible and shameful confession.

I leaned back, crossing my arms. “A mistake?

You think leaving your husband and kids was just a mistake?”

Her head shook as her eyes filled with fresh tears. “I know it’s not just a mistake. But I thought I… I thought I could do better on my own.

It was all too much. The bills and not knowing how to survive. My money wasn’t enough for the life we’d led.”

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