I heard my ex-wife was marrying a broke man, so I showed up to mock her— but the moment I saw the groom, I went home and cried until morning.

The venue was modest. Tasteful. Warm.

I arrived late, dressed sharply, Camila nowhere near me. Heads turned. Whispers followed. I felt powerful again.

Then I saw the groom.

Lucas.

Simple suit. Calm posture. Nothing flashy.

I almost relaxed.

Until the ceremony began.

When the officiant asked if anyone objected, no one stood.

But when it came time for vows, Lucas did something unexpected.

He turned—not to Elena—but to me.

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