The paper slowly turned black out of the small ball of orange. Every piece of the embossed, carefully calligraphied, 15-piece wedding invitation was reduced to 27,000 pieces of small embers as tears rolled down my cheeks. He wanted me to know that he was to start his life with another woman than me. I watched as the ashes swirled around the sink and eventually went down the drain. The ache in my heart was still there.