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 know,” I nodded.

“I thought I could find a more fulfilling life, a better career… a better… I don’t know.”

“A better man?” I suggested.

Her head shook again.

“No, no. I can’t explain it, but leaving you was so wrong. I lost my job almost immediately after.

I survived on my savings; my parents sent me some money, but they cut me off after a few months. The people I thought were my friends disappeared when I needed them most.”

I stared as she began sobbing. My emotions were all over the place.

I felt a small sense of vindication, as karma had acted almost immediately, but I also felt pity and hurt. We could have gone through this together and emerged much stronger if she had believed in me… in our family.

“I miss you,” she croaked, sniffling. “I want to come back.”

I let her words hang in the air.

Because no matter how bad I felt for her, I knew why she was saying those words.

“You miss me now that you have nothing,” I said as calmly as I could. “Convenient timing, don’t you think?”

Anna reached across the table, her hand hovering near mine. “David, please.

I know I don’t deserve it, but I’ll do anything to make it right. I’ve been living in cheap apartments, hopping from one temp job to another. I’ve had time to think.

I realize now what I lost.”

I pulled my hand back. “You didn’t think about Max and Lily, did you? Not once in two years.

In fact, you haven’t even mentioned them since I sat down.”

The more I thought of it, the more disgusted I felt.

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