He was standing at the altar, calm, composed… and about to marry the woman I once threw away like she wasn’t enough.
I froze where I stood.
Everything I thought I knew began unraveling.
Antonio—no, Ana, as I used to call her—stood beside him, glowing in a way I had never truly seen before. Not because she had changed…
But because I had never really looked.
Her smile wasn’t forced.
Her eyes weren’t searching for approval.
She wasn’t trying to be enough.
She already was.
Daniel noticed me first.
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