At my remarriage party, when I saw my ex-wife working as a waitress, I laughed loudly — but 30 minutes later, a cruel truth came to light that sent chills down my entire body./hi
That day, the luxurious hotel in New Delhi was shining bright. I — Rajesh Malhotra, a forty-year-old man — entered hand in hand with my beautiful young bride, walking amidst admiring glances.
My wedding party was magnificent: fresh flowers were scattered everywhere, fine wine flowed freely, and a live orchestra played sweet Indian love songs. I felt as though I was at the peak of happiness and success.
But then, just as I raised my glass to celebrate, my eyes suddenly stopped at a corner of the room. There, in a simple uniform, her hair neatly tied back, holding a tray of drinks, was a familiar face.
For a moment, my heart skipped a beat, and then I burst out laughing.
It was Anita, my ex-wife. The woman who used to be my wife, who cooked simple meals for me every day.
Now, while I stood in a designer suit next to my beautiful new bride, she was serving at my wedding party.
Friends sitting nearby whispered:
— “Isn’t that Rajesh’s ex-wife?”
What an irony! A successful man gets a new wife, and the other woman has to serve.
I heard this and just smiled, taking it as a sweet victory after divorce.
Thirty minutes later — the truth was revealed.
As the party grew livelier, an elderly guest, with a serious demeanor, approached my table. It was Mr. Sharma, an important business partner whom I had long hoped to work with. Smiling, he raised his glass for a toast:
— “Congratulations on finding new happiness.”
I replied happily:
— “Thank you, it’s an honor to have you here today.”
But his gaze suddenly shifted to the corner of the room, where Anita was busy cleaning. Suddenly, he put his glass down and stood up straight. His voice was serious:
— “With your permission… I want to say a few words.”
The noise in the hall suddenly quieted down.
He pointed toward Anita:
— “Few people know, but that woman…”
