Three years ago, Elena left me quietly, sliding her ring across the counter with just one line:
“I know about her.”
No fights. No tears. Just a sentence that destroyed my world. I told myself she was overreacting, convinced her leaving meant she never loved me enough, and moved on with Camila.
Then I heard Elena was marrying someone “ordinary.” I went to her wedding, expecting to feel victorious.
But the groom wasn’t ordinary. Lucas, calm and unassuming, turned to me during his vows:
“Three years ago, you made Elena doubt herself. She didn’t leave because she stopped loving—you broke her trust. That pain led her to me, to honesty, and to the life she deserved.”
I froze. Elena stood radiant, composed. That night, I drove home in silence, finally realizing I hadn’t lost her because she wasn’t enough—I lost her because I wasn’t faithful. I cried, not for her, but for the freedom and growth I would never have.