But then, out of nowhere, Mark decided he was “done.” No explanation that made sense, no attempt to repair what they had. He filed for divorce and within months was engaged to another woman. My heart broke—not just for Alina, but for my granddaughters, who had to watch their mother hold everything together while their father moved on like they were disposable. The day of his new wedding came. Family and friends gathered, the bride glowing in her gown, the guests buzzing with excitement. But I couldn’t sit there in silence. Not when the truth was being buried under flowers and champagne.
