Five years after losing my wife, I took my daughter to my best friend Esteban’s wedding. Life had been hard, but I’d rebuilt myself—working, studying, raising Alma alone. I thought the past was buried.
But when Esteban lifted the bride’s veil, my world collapsed. It was Lucía—my ex-wife. The woman who abandoned me and our baby, who’d left a note saying “Keep her,” and whose parents later told me she was dead.
Alma tugged my sleeve. “Daddy, why are you crying?”
Lucía’s eyes met mine. She froze, pale as a ghost… then bolted down the aisle, leaving chaos behind.
And in that moment, I realized: I didn’t need revenge. I’d already won. She chose wealth and lies; I chose love and truth. My daughter was my life, my proof. Lucía may have run—but Alma stayed. And that was everything.
