The day I heard that my ex-husband was getting remarried, my stomach dropped. It had been three years since our divorce, yet the wound still felt raw, as if time had done little to heal it.

I told myself I had moved on, that I was stronger now, that I no longer cared. But when I learned who he was marrying, a storm of emotions rose up inside me. Friends whispered the news in hushed voices:

“He’s marrying a woman in a wheelchair. Can you believe it? Poor thing.”

The words stirred something dark in me. Instead of compassion, I felt a twisted sense of pride. I thought, “So this is where his choices led him? He left me only to end up with someone who cannot even walk beside him.”

That selfish thought lit a fire in me. I was determined to attend the wedding, not to celebrate, but to show off. To shine brighter. To prove that I was the woman he should have never let go.

Preparing to Be Seen
That night, I stood in front of my mirror for hours. I wanted to be unforgettable.