— Meet Anna, my fiancée. She’s my model. Beautiful, isn’t she?
Anna batted her false eyelashes and looked at my friends as if she were in a wax museum. With caution and a hint of fear.
“We decided to come and congratulate you. I see everything’s the same. The same friends, the same conversations. It’s a shame nothing’s changed for you in three years. And look at me, what I’ve accomplished. I go to the gym, stay in shape, and have a young woman by my side. And you’re still the same… Well, you get the idea.”
He spoke loudly, feigning pity. He wanted everyone in the room to hear how wonderful everything had turned out for him.
I put the glass on the table and smiled.
— Thank you for coming. And thank you for the gift. By the way, I also want to introduce you to someone.
My ex-husband was shocked when he saw my “special” guest; he quickly apologized and literally ran away from the party.
At that moment, a man approached us. Tall, confident, in a perfectly tailored suit. Everyone in town knows him. A prominent businessman, an eligible bachelor, featured in the news. His car costs as much as a fine house.
He calmly hugged me around the waist.
— Meet my fiancé. I think you’ve heard of him. If I’m not mistaken, you work for his company.
I saw my ex’s face turn pale, then red. His hand, which he extended for a handshake, was visibly shaking.
My man smiled reservedly and shook his hand.
