I knew my ex-wife was marrying a poor man, so I went to make fun of her — but when I saw the groom, I went home and cried all night…
Antonio and I were in love for four years in college.
She was sweet, always patient, and loved me unconditionally.
But after graduating, I quickly landed a high-paying job at a foreign company, while she spent months without finding a job, until she finally landed one as a receptionist.
Back then, I believed I had the right to choose.
I left her for the director’s daughter — someone who I thought would help me rise faster.
She cried inconsolably the day I broke up with her cold.
But I didn’t care.
I thought it wasn’t enough for me.
Five years later, I was already an assistant director of the sales department.
But my marriage wasn’t what I had imagined.
My current wife constantly looked down on me and criticized me for earning a “modest” salary — despite working in her father’s company.
Every day I had to tread carefully, fearing their mood swings… and my father-in-law’s too.
One day, I heard news about Antonio.
She was going to get married.
A friend told me:
— “”Do you know who she’s marrying?”” With a worker without a weight. She definitely doesn’t know how to pick a man!. ”
I laughed in despise. In my mind, I imagined him in a cheap wedding dress, his face aged from the years of difficulty.
I decided to go to the wedding — not to congratulate her, but to tease me.
To prove her how wrong she was.
That day, I dressed fancy and arrived in a luxury car.
As soon as I set foot in the yard, all eyes were directed toward me.
I was feeling superior.
But then… saw the groom.
He was wearing a simple suit, but his face — struck me like lightning.
This looked all too familiar.
I got closer, heart beating fast.
And then I realized — it was none other than the CEO of one of the fastest-growing tech companies in the country.
I froze mid-step.
My smug smile vanished.
This wasn’t some penniless laborer — this was the Ethan Rowe, a man who’d been all over the news for selling his first startup for millions and then founding another company worth even more.
The guests were whispering, and it hit me — they weren’t staring at me because of my suit or car. They were staring because they recognized him.
Antonio turned and saw me.
She didn’t look shocked, angry, or bitter.
She just smiled politely, like I was some distant acquaintance, then turned back to her groom, eyes sparkling in a way I had never seen when she was with me.
They looked happy. Really happy.
I suddenly felt hot, like all the air had been sucked out of the room.
My mind flashed back to the day I left her — the way she had clutched my sleeve, tears streaming down her face, asking what she had done wrong.
And me… coldly telling her she wasn’t enough.
Now, watching her laugh with the man who clearly adored her, I realized something awful: she had been enough.
I was the one who hadn’t been.
When the vows began, I quietly slipped away before anyone noticed.
I drove home that night in my expensive car, parked in my big house… and cried until morning.
Because for the first time in years, I finally understood what I had lost — and there was no getting it back.