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

She flinched like I’d slapped her. “I thought about them too,” she whispered. “I just… I was ashamed.

I didn’t know how to come back.”

I shook my head. “You made your choice, Anna. We’ve built a life without you.

And it’s a good one. The kids are happy. I’m happy.”

“I’ll do anything,” she repeated desperately.

“Please, David. Just give me a chance.”

I stood, turning my back to her. “No,” I said.

“You made this decision. Despite what you’ve gone through, I see you haven’t reflected. You’re just worried about yourself.

My kids need someone who’ll put them first.”

I returned to my table, snatched up my laptop, and made for the exit. The bell above the door jingled sharply as I pushed through it, but not before Anna’s sobs echoed through the quiet café.

That evening at dinner, I marveled at how much Max and Lily meant to me. My son was telling a story about a worm he found at school, and my daughter proudly showed me a picture she’d drawn.

“Daddy, look!

It’s us at the park,” Lily said, handing me the drawing.

I smiled. “It’s perfect, sweetheart.”

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