Four months after the divorce, my ex-wife invited me to her wedding. As soon as I saw the groom’s face, my heart stopped: the truth was even more bitter than I had imagined…

I froze.

“We can try again,” I pleaded.

She shook her head gently:

“I waited a long time, Santiago. I thought that loving you enough would be enough… but I’m losing myself.”

I signed the papers one gray evening. There were no tears, but there was an emptiness that haunted me for months.