When the ceremony ended, I left quietly. No dramatic confrontation, no bitter parting words.
At home, I dropped my designer bag on the couch and collapsed onto the floor. My chest ached. And then I cried.
I didn’t cry out of jealousy. I cried because I finally understood that I had lost the most valuable thing I’d ever had — not because she found someone “better” in money or status, but because she found someone better in heart.
