Years passed, both me and Michael tried to move on with their lives. I threw herself into her work, finding solace in my job as an art curator, while Michael, a software engineer, immersed himself in his coding projects. We both believed that our past was behind us, buried beneath layers of hurt.
However, fate had other plans. One sunny afternoon, I attended an art exhibition at the local gallery. As i admired the paintings, one particular piece caught my eye. It was a mesmerizing abstract painting, filled with vibrant colors and intricate details. i couldn't help but be drawn to it, and as i read the artist's name, i gasped. It was signed, "M. Thompson."
Michael, who had taken up painting as a form of therapy after our divorce, had poured his emotions into this masterpiece. Unbeknownst to me, he had found a way to express his remorse and longing for our lost love through his art.
I decided to contact the artist, not realizing it was my ex-husband. Michael, too, was stunned when he saw me...........