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.
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.
But then…
I saw the groom.
He was wearing a simple beige suit—nothing flashy.
But his face… it stopped me in my tracks.
I leaned closer.
My heart pounded as I realized…
It was Emilio—my old college roommate. My confidant during those years.
But I never considered him a true friend.
To me, he was just someone who “was there.”
After college, Emilio got a job as a construction supervisor. He didn’t earn much, but he always had a smile.
And now, there he was, at the altar, on his one leg… smiling… holding Antonio’s hand with immense love.
And Antonio?
She shone. Her eyes sparkled. Her smile was serene and full of peace.
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