On that day, the luxurious hotel in New Delhi shone in all its glory. I—Rajesh Malhotra, a man of forty—walked in hand with my beautiful young bride, under admiring glances.
My wedding party was splendid: fresh flowers everywhere, top-notch wine, a live orchestra playing sweet Indian love songs. I felt that I was at the peak of happiness and success.
But then, just as I was raising my glass to toast, my gaze suddenly stopped in the corner of the room. With a simple uniform, carefully tied up hair, and a tray of drinks in his hands, was an all-too-familiar figure.
For a moment, my heart stopped, and then I burst out laughing.
It was her—Anita, my ex-wife. The woman who used to be my wife, the one who made me simple meals every day. And now, while I was wearing a designer suit, with my beautiful new wife by my side, she was serving at my wedding party.
Friends around were whispering under their breath,
“Isn’t that Rajesh’s ex-wife?”
What an irony! One successful man gets a new wife, and the other woman ends up serving.
I listened and just smiled, considering it a sweet victory after the divorce.
Thirty minutes later—the truth came out.
When the party was at its highest, an older guest, with a serious bearing, approached my table. It was Mr. Sharma, an important business partner with whom I had long dreamed of collaborating. Smiling, he raised his glass to toast:
“My congratulations on having found a new happiness.
I replied enthusiastically,
“Thank you, it’s an honor to have you here today.
But suddenly her gaze went to the corner of the room, where Anita was still busy with cleaning. Suddenly, he put his glass down on the table and stood up firmly. His voice sounded deep:
“With everyone’s permission… I want to say a few words.
The bustle of the room died down immediately.
He pointed to Anita:
“Few know it, but that woman… she is the benefactor who saved my life three years ago in a road accident in Jaipur. If he hadn’t jumped into the icy water to get me out, I wouldn’t be here today.
The guests gasped in surprise. I was speechless.
Mr. Sharma, in an emotional voice, continued,
“Not only that, she’s also a co-founder of the charitable fund that I sponsor. After her divorce, she quietly withdrew, handing over all the luxury to her ex-husband, and then began to work physically to support her elderly mother and young son.
A devastating blow.
His words fell like lightning. I looked at Anita. She was there, with tears in her eyes, but she still bowed her head and continued to work humbly as if nothing had happened.
The guests began to murmur,
“My God, I never imagined that she would be such a noble woman.
And did Rajesh dare to laugh at her?
My face warmed, sweat was running. Pride immediately turned to humiliation. What I had considered a “victory” after the divorce was nothing more than pettiness and selfishness.
The woman I had abandoned, despised, turned out to be the savior of my most important partner—and a respected person in society.
At that moment, all the music and laughter in the room seemed to die down. My soul cooled when I realized: the happiness I had today did not make me noble. It was my cruelty and my arrogance that made me the smallest man in that glittering room.
I was about to approach Anita, I wanted to ask her for forgiveness. But my feet were heavy. She just looked at me, with a serene calm in her eyes, and then turned around.
In that moment, I realized that I had lost something priceless forever—not just a wife, but a kind-hearted woman whom I would never meet again in my life.
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