A Painful Reflection
When I finally returned home, I stood in front of my mirror again. The image staring back at me was no longer a queen in red, but a broken woman with smudged makeup and swollen eyes.
I cried that night like I had never cried before. Not for Javier, not even for Mariana, but for myself.I cried for the selfishness that blinded me. I cried for the marriage I had thrown away because of pride. I cried for the years wasted in bitterness.
And most of all, I cried because I realized something I should have known long ago: happiness doesn’t come from outshining others, from being admired, or from winning battles of ego.
Real happiness is found in love freely given and humbly received. It is in the courage to stand beside someone, not in their perfection, but in their humanity.
What I Learned That Day
That night marked a turning point in my life. For the first time, I saw the truth of my own heart. I understood how smallness, pride, and jealousy had poisoned me.
But I also understood something else. Love is not about who looks best in a dress, who has the most charm, or who seems the strongest. Love is about sacrifice, gratitude, and the quiet moments of devotion that last long after the music fades.
Watching my ex-husband with his bride taught me that. And while the lesson was painful, it was also a gift.
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