A Wedding Day That Healed Old Wounds!

Twelve years after my marriage fell apart, I was still carrying the bitterness like a stone in my chest. My ex-husband’s wife — the woman I blamed for destroying everything — was the one face I refused to tolerate. So when my daughter’s wedding day approached, I made one request: she was not to be invited. This was my daughter’s day. I didn’t want old wounds turning it into a battlefield. But on the morning of the ceremony, when my ex arrived, she was right beside him. He didn’t even look ashamed. “Wherever I go, my wife goes,” he said…

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