My ex-husband came to my anniversary to humiliate me in front of all the guests and show off his young bride, but as soon as he saw my special guest, he immediately apologized and quickly ran away from the party.

“N-nice… to meet you… We have to go.

Sorry,” the ex muttered, avoiding my gaze.

Anna smiled sheepishly and hurried after him.

A minute later, the door closed. The music started playing again, the guests came to life, and someone quietly laughed.

I raised my glass and thought that age isn’t about a number.

It’s about who’s there for you when you need them.