I slept with my ex-wife again during a business trip, and in the early morning, a red spot on the sheet took my breath away. A month later, a call from a hospital in Cancun made me realize that that night had not been a mistake… but the beginning of something much darker.

I slept with my ex-wife again during a business trip, and in the early morning, a red spot on the sheet took my breath away. A month later, a call from a hospital in Cancun made me realize that that night had not been a mistake… but the beginning of something much darker.
I still have a hard time talking about it without a knot in my throat.
I hadn’t seen Elena in nearly three years since the divorce. We had not separated by infidelity or scandal. Our relationship had gradually faded, between meetings, tiredness, meaningless discussions and longer and longer silences. One day, we signed the papers, we shook hands almost like strangers and each one went on his way.