“Three years ago, during a work trip in Oaxaca, I was in an accident. I would not be alive today if it weren’t for Mariana. She pushed me out of the path of a speeding truck. But in saving me, she lost the ability to walk. From that moment on, I vowed to dedicate my life to loving her and protecting her. Today, I fulfill that promise.”
Tears flowed freely around the room. Applause erupted. And I… I stood frozen.
The bride I had come to mock was the very woman who had given up her own future to save the man I once called mine.
Memories of a Broken Marriage
Suddenly, my mind rushed back to the last days of our marriage.
I remembered the arguments. How I accused Javier of being distant, of not caring, of always being away on business trips. I thought he had grown cold, unloving. And in my anger, I filed for divorce.
I never asked why he was gone so often. I never tried to understand. I was too proud, too wrapped up in my own hurt.
Now I realized those trips had changed him forever. They led him to Mariana—the woman who had risked everything for him.
And when I saw how he looked at her, my heart cracked wide open. He had never looked at me that way. His eyes glowed with gratitude, reverence, and a love so deep it silenced the entire room.
A Dance That Broke My Heart
As the evening continued, I sat in silence, my carefully prepared lines of mockery dissolving into ashes.
When the music for the first dance began, Javier leaned down, scooped Mariana into his arms, and carried her gently onto the dance floor. He held her close, swaying slowly as tears streamed down the cheeks of the guests.
The applause was thunderous. People stood. They cheered. They wept.
And I wept too. Only my tears weren’t for them. They were for me.
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