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…

Four months after my divorce, my ex-wife sent me a wedding invitation. Clinging to a curiosity I didn’t want to admit, I put on the old suit I’d worn on our wedding day and drove alone to the hacienda where the event would be held. I just wanted to know—who was the man she’d chosen instead of me? But when I saw the groom come out… I covered my face with my hands, regretting it like never before. Mariana and I had been together for three years before we got married. Our first few months as husband and wife were like a soft bolero: uneventful, but full of affection…..CONTINUE READING IN BELOW