Back then, I was convinced I was destined for more. I told myself I “deserved better” than a partner who earned so little. The truth was uglier: I was chasing status.
So I did the cruelest thing.
Antonio cried that day. She clutched my arm, begged me to stay, her voice breaking with every word. But I didn’t waver. I had already decided she wasn’t “enough” for the life I imagined.
A Marriage That Wasn’t a Dream
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