Longing For My Ex-Wife
She never thought her life would come to this—surrounded by family, feeling safe and loved.
Back inside the apartment, the house smelled like home. Maya’s mother was setting out bowls of seasoned rice, grilled chicken, and stir-fried vegetables.
“You didn’t have to make so much food,” Maya said, helping her mom with the plates.
Her mom smiled. “Don’t pretend you’re not happy.”
Anika was still sitting with the sketchbook. “Mommy, can you make me this purple dress?”
“I’ll make you two,” Maya replied, ruffling her hair.
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