Four months after the divorce, my ex-wife invited me to her wedding. As soon as I saw the groom’s face, my heart stopped: the truth was even more bitter than I had imagined…

But I was always glued to my phone, my laptop… or to the silence.

Over time, I stopped knowing if she was sad or happy.

We didn’t fight.

And that was my mistake: confusing silence with peace.

One night, Mariana said bluntly:

“I want a divorce.”

I froze.

“We can try again,” I pleaded.

She shook her head gently:

“I waited a long time, Santiago. I thought that loving you enough would be enough… but I’m losing myself.”