My Wife of 10 Years Left Me with Two Young Kids for a Wealthy Guy — 2 Years Later I Met Her Again and It Was Truly Poetic

Her hands fidgeted in her lap, and her shoulders sagged like they were carrying invisible bricks.

“Charlie,” she mumbled when I approached.

“You ran from me yesterday,” I said, sitting down on the opposite end of the bench. “Why? And…

what happened to you.”

She exhaled sharply, staring at her hands. “Because I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“Like what?”

Her voice cracked. “Like a failure.”

I blinked.

“What happened to you, Miranda? What happened to Marco? The yachts?

The perfect life you threw us away for?”

Her lip trembled, and tears started spilling down her cheeks. “He was a fraud, Charlie. He wasn’t some wealthy businessman.

He was a con artist. He drained my savings, spent my inheritance from Grandma, and when the money was gone, he left. I’m broke.

I have nothing.”

I sat back, stunned. “Are you serious?”

She nodded, wiping her face with her sleeve. “I thought he loved me.

I thought I’d finally found happiness. But it was all a lie.”

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