Longing For My Ex-Wife

Outside the hospital room, Maya stood with her arms crossed, her eyes fixed on the floor. Her face was pale but tight with anger. The white lights in the hallway buzzed faintly, but her mind was louder. She could still hear her son’s voice blaming her. She could still see his little body lying on the hospital bed.Her husband Daniel, walked toward her, running a hand through his hair. He looked tired, but his face was calm. Too calm.“She didn’t mean to hurt him,” Daniel said quietly. “It was a mistake.”Maya looked up at him slowly. “A mistake?” Her voice was low but sharp. “She gave him cake. Cake, Daniel. After I told her again and again that he’s allergic.”“She didn’t know the cake had eggs,” he replied.“She shouldn’t have given him anything!” Maya snapped. “She’s not his mother. She shouldn’t feed him without asking me first.”Daniel sighed. “You’re blowing this out of proportion. Lena was trying to help. You make it sound like she did it on purpose.”Maya’s eyes widened. “Of c

The house was quiet when Maya asked Daniel to join her in the study. She had been holding back her emotions all day, but now it was too much.Daniel followed her in, not suspecting anything. He closed the door behind them and sat across from her.Maya took a deep breath and looked straight into his eyes. “I need to talk to you about what happened today.”Daniel frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”“I went to the jewelry store,” Maya said slowly. “I saw Lena there… with Jamie.”Daniel’s expression froze.Maya continued, her voice trembling a little. “The staff there called her your wife. And Jamie… he called her Mommy.”Daniel blinked. “You saw them?”“Yes,” Maya said, her voice shaking now. “And Jamie looked so happy with her. Like she’s the only mother he knows.”Daniel leaned back in his chair, rubbing his forehead. “Maya, I didn’t mean to hide anything. I had a meeting. I asked Lena to pick Jamie up from school because I couldn’t go. That’s all.”“That’s not all,” Maya snapped. “J

Maya stirred, her eyelids fluttering open to a harsh ceiling light that blurred and shimmered like stars underwater. Her body felt as if it had been filled with lead. Every muscle ached, every breath felt like it scraped her lungs. For a few seconds, she couldn’t remember where she was—only the sterile scent of disinfectant gave her a clue. Then it hit her. The hospital. A memory flickered—her son’s angry face, cake crashing to the floor, Daniel rushing forward, and then… darkness. She turned her head, moving slowly, painfully, expecting to see someone—anyone—by her bedside. A familiar face. A hand to hold. A soft voice to tell her everything would be okay. But there was nothing. No flowers. No balloons. No sign that anyone had come. She blinked a few times, willing the room to shift, to reveal someone hidden in a chair or curled in a corner. Still nothing. The loneliness pressed against her chest like a heavy stone. Where was Daniel? Hadn’t he brought her here? Where was her

Maya opened the front door slowly. Her hands were shaking. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. It had only been a day since she was discharged from the hospital. The nurses had said she was well enough to go home, but no one warned her how heavy coming back would feel. The house was exactly as she had left it, but something inside her had shifted. Every corner held memories she wasn’t ready to face, and every step inside felt like walking into a life that no longer belonged to her. This was the same house where she had cooked meals every day, folded clothes with a smile, kissed scraped knees, and waited by the door for her husband to return. Now, it felt like a place filled with ghosts. Her love, her trust, her years—it was all wasted. She walked to the bedroom, opened the closet, and pulled out a suitcase. The soft hum of the zipper sounded louder than thunder in the silence of the room. Her hands trembled as she folded her clothes. Her heart was breaking with every shirt

Maya stood in the middle of her small, empty apartment. The white walls were bare. There was no furniture, no warmth—just silence. It felt nothing like a home yet, but it was hers. For the first time in years, Maya was on her own. No Daniel. No Lena. No fake family. She had officially signed the divorce papers. It was over. After everything she had been through, Maya knew she had to start fresh. She couldn’t sit around and cry. She had to build her life again, one step at a time. The first thing she needed was to buy daily items—groceries, dishes, towels, things to decorate her apartment and make it feel like home. Grabbing her coat and bag, she stepped outside. The sun was shining, and for the first time in weeks, she didn’t feel cold. ⸻ The supermarket was large and busy. Families shopped together, parents pushed carts filled with food, and kids laughed in the toy aisle. Maya walked slowly, her list in hand. She picked up some plates, cups, dish soap, and a few snacks. As she tu