The Night I Thought I Won
The Hilton Manhattan Hotel sparkled that night, golden light glinting off crystal glasses filled with red wine.
I—David Harris, a 42-year-old businessman—stood in the middle of the grand hall, holding the hand of my new wife, Emily, a woman everyone called “the perfect match for success.”
White roses lined the aisle. Gentle jazz floated through the air. Laughter and clinking glasses surrounded us as guests came by to congratulate me.
I lifted my chin, feeling proud—believing I had reached the very top of happiness and fame.
Then, as I raised my glass for a toast, my eyes froze on someone standing quietly in the corner of the room.
A woman in a black waiter’s shirt, hair neatly tied back, holding a tray of wine.
My chest tightened, then I laughed out loud.
It was her—Anna Parker, my ex-wife.
The woman who had cooked for me every night, who stood beside me when I had nothing, who believed in me before anyone else did.
And now, there she was—serving drinks at my wedding party.
I felt amused.
Triumphant.
A friend beside me whispered with a grin,
“Hey, isn’t that your ex-wife?”
“Life’s fair, huh?
One rises high, the other falls low.”
I smirked and replied,
“She should’ve learned how to keep her husband.”
I lifted my glass again, convinced that I had won.
The Moment the Music Stopped
Half an hour later, the celebration was at its peak.
Guests filled the room, laughter echoing beneath the chandeliers.
Then an elderly man approached our table—Mr. Robert Anderson, the president of a financial group I had dreamed of partnering with for years.
He smiled warmly, shook my hand, and raised his glass.
“Congratulations, David.
You truly deserve this happiness.”
“Thank you,” I replied proudly. “It’s an honor to have you here.”
But then his gaze drifted away—toward the corner, where Anna was quietly clearing a table, her hair messy, her expression calm.
Mr.
Robert slowly set down his glass and said in a steady voice,
“Excuse me, everyone, I have something to say.”
The music stopped.
The laughter faded. The entire hall fell silent.
He pointed toward Anna.
“Perhaps most of you don’t know this—but the woman over there once saved my life.”
Gasps filled the room.
He continued, voice trembling,
“One rainy night, my car skidded off the road into a lake. While everyone stood frozen, she jumped in without hesitation.
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