A Man Left His Wife for the Other Woman, Leaving Her to Raise Their Kids — Two Years Later, He Returned to Beg Her to Take Him In, but What He Saw at the Door Left Him Stunned

And I hadn’t been there.

“Ross?”

I turned.

Helena stood in the doorway.

She looked different.

Not dramatically.

She was simply more relaxed than I remembered.

Her hair was slightly shorter, and there was a quiet confidence in the way she carried herself.

I stared at her.

“You went to Paris?”

She followed my gaze toward the photograph.

“Yes.”

“With him?”

She didn’t answer immediately.

“Why are you here, Ross?”

I swallowed.

There were so many things I wanted to say.

I wanted to ask why she’d traveled without telling me.

Why another man was living in the house I’d once shared with her.

Why my daughter called out his name so naturally.

But even as those questions formed, I knew how unreasonable they sounded.

I was the one who had left.

I was the one who had ended our marriage.

Finally, I lowered my eyes.