Antonio and I were in love all four years of college. She was sweet, kind, always patient—and she loved me unconditionally. But after we graduated, life changed.
I quickly landed a well-paying job at a multinational company in Mexico City, while Antonio spent months searching until she finally found a job as a receptionist at a small local clinic. At the time, I told myself I deserved better. I left her for the CEO’s daughter—someone who could accelerate my career advancement.
Antonio cried herself silly the day I mercilessly broke up with her. But I didn’t care. I believed he wasn’t up to my standards.
Five years later, I was already an assistant sales manager at the company. But my marriage was very different from what I had dreamed of. My wife constantly mocked me for having an “average salary,” despite working for her father’s company.
I lived in fear—of his whims, his demands, and worse, my father-in-law’s disdain. One day, I heard the news. Antonio was getting married.
A college friend called me and said:
“Do you know who she’s going to marry? A construction worker. No money.
She really can’t choose well.”
I laughed scornfully. In my mind, I pictured him in a cheap suit, his face worn from years of hardship. I decided to attend the wedding—not to congratulate him, but to mock him.
To show him how poorly he had chosen… and what he had lost. That day, I wore my best designer dress and arrived in my luxury car. As soon as I walked through the entrance of the hall, all eyes were on me.
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