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After fifty-three years of marriage, Richard and Evelyn’s divorce had come as a shock to everyone who knew them. Their relationship had survived decades of ups and downs—raising children, building careers, supporting each other through hardships. But somewhere along the way, they had lost the connection that once held them together. The divorce was quiet, not bitter, just a mutual acknowledgment that the love they once had had faded into something unrecognizable.
Richard, now in his early seventies, tried to move on with his life. The days after the divorce felt empty, even though he told himself he was relieved. He spent his time gardening, visiting old friends, and even traveling a little, but a dull ache lingered in his chest. Evelyn had been his partner for so long, and though their marriage had frayed at the edges, he couldn’t shake the habit of thinking of her in every part of his life.
One chilly afternoon, Richard decided to stop by a café he had frequented with Evelyn years ago, hoping the familiarity would bring him some comfort. The small café, tucked on a quiet street corner, still smelled of fresh-baked pastries and dark coffee, just as it always had. He ordered a cup of tea and found a seat by the window, staring out at the street as he absentmindedly stirred his drink.
As he glanced around, his heart skipped a beat. There, across the room, sitting at a small table by herself, was Evelyn. But what made his stomach twist wasn’t just her presence—it was the man sitting across from her.
She was smiling, laughing even, her face lit up in a way he hadn’t seen in years. Her eyes sparkled, her cheeks flushed with that youthful energy that had once drawn him to her. And the man across from her—Richard didn’t recognize him, but the way he looked at Evelyn was unmistakable. There was something in his gaze, a warmth, a connection that sent a pang of jealousy through Richard’s chest.
He sat frozen in place, unsure of what to do. Part of him wanted to stand up and walk over to confront her, to ask why she hadn’t mentioned this new chapter in her life. But another part of him told him to stay seated, to let her be. After all, they were no longer together. She had every right to move on.
But still, the image of Evelyn with another man—someone who wasn’t him—felt like a betrayal. He had expected her to stay alone, to be as lost without him as he felt without her. Yet, there she was, clearly enjoying the company of someone new, someone who made her happy.
Richard took a slow, steady breath and made a decision. He would leave. He wouldn’t make a scene, wouldn’t embarrass her or himself by letting his emotions take control. He stood up quietly, paid for his tea, and left the café without a word.
As he walked down the street, he realized that his feelings for Evelyn were no longer about longing to get back together. He wanted her to be happy—whether that meant being with him or with someone else. He just wasn’t sure if he was ready to let go of the ghost of their life together, a ghost that still lingered, haunting him with memories of what they had lost.
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