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…

I signed the papers one gray evening. There were no tears, but there was an emptiness that haunted me for months.

One Thursday afternoon I received a message from her:

“Are you free this Sunday? I want to give you an invitation.”

I didn’t have to open the envelope to know what it was.

I barely slept three hours that night.