Two months after my divorce, I found my ex-wife sitting by herself in a hospital corridor… and the moment I recognized her, something inside me shattered.
Two months after my divorce, I found my ex-wife sitting by herself in a hospital corridor… and the moment I recognized her, something inside me shattered.
I never imagined I would see her like that again.
She was dressed in a faded hospital gown, sitting alone in the corner of the hallway, her blank eyes staring at nothing. She looked fragile, exhausted, and almost invisible to everyone passing by.
For a second, I forgot how to breathe.
It was Maya.
My ex-wife.
The woman I had divorced only two months before.
My name is Arjun. I’m thirty-four, just an ordinary office employee trying to survive an ordinary life.
Maya and I had been married for five years.
To outsiders, our marriage seemed peaceful and stable. Maya was soft-spoken, gentle, and never the type to ask for attention. Yet somehow, she made our home feel warm. No matter how hard my day had been, seeing her when I came home always calmed something inside me.
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