My Wife Walked Out on Me and Our Four-Year-Old Son After We Moved to a Small Town – Two Years Later, I Saw Her Again at a Grocery Store

I had just turned into the frozen food aisle when I saw her.

Lucy!

Two years passed.

She looked exhausted, like a ghost of her former self.

Her hair was longer but unkempt. She wore the same expensive camel-colored coat she had left in, only now it looked worn and out of place. She was scanning the shelves as if she weren’t sure what she was looking for.

When she turned and caught my stare, her face dropped. Then it changed. She smiled.

Not a warm smile, but a calculating one.

Then it changed.

“Well,” she said, walking toward me, “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

I stood frozen. “I live here. With our son.”

She ignored that. Instead, she said, “I’m so glad we ran into each other.”

I blinked. “Why would you be glad?”

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