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

Like any married couple, we had hopes.
A home of our own.
Children.
A small family filled with love.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.

But after three years together and two painful miscarriages, something between us slowly began to shift.
Maya grew quieter.
A permanent sadness settled in her eyes, deep and heavy, like a tiredness she could no longer cover.
And I changed too.
I started working late. I avoided difficult talks. I buried myself in deadlines and overtime because it felt easier than facing the silence growing inside our home.
Small arguments became normal.
Nothing explosive.