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

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

She smiled.

Not a warm smile, but a calculating one.

“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?”

Then she said something that shocked me to my core.

She leaned in a little, lowering her voice as if we were sharing a secret. “If you want Will to stay with you, there’s something you will have to do for me.”

My mouth went dry.

I stared at her, trying to process what she was even implying.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

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