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

“What condition?”

“I move back in. You support me financially. As the mother of your son,” she said, like she was proposing a merger. “I stay home. You work. We go back to how things were supposed to be.”

I let out a short laugh. “You’re asking me to bankroll your life after you abandoned us?! And you’re calling it a favor?”

She folded her arms. “I’m offering you stability.”

“No,” I said, keeping my voice low. “You’re blackmailing me.”

“Think about it,” she said.

“You’re blackmailing me.”

I took a deep breath. “What have you been doing for the last two years, Lucy?”

Her eyes narrowed. “That’s none of your business.”

“That’s my answer then.”

I turned and walked out. I left the cart, the cereal, and her standing there alone.

I didn’t bother looking back.

“That’s my answer then.”

A week later, I ran into Catherine at the local coffeehouse.

Catherine had been one of Lucy’s college friends. I barely recognized her at first, but she recognized me immediately. She looked startled when she saw me.

“Brian?” she said, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Wow. It’s been a while.”

“Yeah,” I said, offering a cautious smile. “Small town.”

“Wow. It’s been a while.”

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