I Went to Mock My Ex-Wife’s Wedding… But One Look at the Groom Broke Me

For a split second, something flickered in his eyes—recognition.

But there was no anger.

No resentment.

Just… calm.

He gave me a small, respectful nod.

The same way he used to greet me every morning at the office.

And that hurt more than anything.

Because it meant one thing:

He had moved forward.

While I had stayed exactly the same.