In love with my husband

"Is she your wife?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yes", Avishek said no more.

Is he not going to introduce me?

I should leave. It's clear, they wanted to be alone, to talk about whatever the hell they wanted to talk.
I managed a smile and said, "I'll wait in the car", and left before anyone said anything.

I walked out of the café, walked to the car, opened the door and flopped into the passenger seat. She's back. The love of his life, she's back. Whenever my mind wandered about Avishek's past, I had always pictured that girl as this beautiful woman who turned heads when she walked into the room. I was right. Ruchika was beautiful. Even with dark circles under her eyes, messy hair that looked like she hadn't washed it for days, her tired smile, she was still beautiful. I could only imagine how she was when they were young.

Why now though?

After all these years?