That was the day I understood: sometimes the person you love most has to marry their own soul before they can truly stay with yours. If you saw the phrase "my wife got married" and thought it was a typo — it's not.

"I'm sorry. I've married someone else."

I stared at the words. My wife — my wife — had gotten married. But how? We were still legally together. Or so I thought.

Yes, my wife got married… again. To me.

She came home at noon, smelling of orange blossoms and champagne. A thin gold band shone on her right hand.