Two months after my divorce, I found my ex-wife sitting alone in a hospital corridor… and the moment I recognized her, something inside me broke.

empty, fixed on nothing at all. She looked weak, drained, and heartbreakingly alone.

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.

It was Maya.

My ex-wife.

The woman I had divorced only two months earlier.

My name is Arjun. I’m thirty-four years old, an ordinary office worker trying to navigate an ordinary life.

Maya and I had shared five years of marriage.

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