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.

“Maya… maybe we should get divorced.”

She looked at me for a long moment.

Then she asked softly:

“You had already made up your mind before saying that, hadn’t you?”

I couldn’t answer.

I simply nodded.

She didn’t shout.

She didn’t cry.

That somehow hurt far more.

She lowered her gaze and later that evening quietly packed her belongings.

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