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

She bit her lip, looking uncomfortable. “Yeah, I live here now. I… I probably shouldn’t say anything, but… Lucy told me she ran into you.”

I didn’t respond. I just waited.

“She just broke up with another guy,” Catherine said quietly. “She’s been couch-hopping and bouncing between relationships. She doesn’t have a job. And she also lost her apartment.”

“She’s been homeless?”

“It seems so,” Catherine replied.

I didn’t respond.

“I offered my couch to her, but she declined. She’s always been so proud. But now she’s also angry. And desperate. She’s said some stuff about wanting to shake things up. You should be careful. She might try to insert herself back into your life or William’s. I just thought you should know.”

I thanked her.

I thanked her.

Will went to bed, I called my lawyer.

I met him two days later. His name is Daniel, a calm man in his 40s who spoke slowly and never wasted words.

He had helped me finalize the custody paperwork when Lucy left, and when I called his office, his assistant fit me in fast.

Daniel listened without interrupting as I told him everything, from the grocery store encounter to Lucy’s threats. I also shared Catherine’s warning.

I met him two days later.

I watched his pen move steadily across his notepad, his expression unreadable.

When I finished, he leaned back in his chair and said, “You did the right thing by walking away.”

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