At my remarriage party, I burst out laughing when I saw my ex-wife working as a waitress, but 30 minutes later, a brutal truth hit me, sending chills down my spine.

That day, the luxurious New Delhi hotel was glittering. I—Rajesh Malhotra, a forty-year-old man, hand-in-hand with my beautiful young bride—entered amid a sea of ​​admiring glances.

My wedding party was magnificent: fresh flowers scattered about, fine wine, a live orchestra playing sweet Indian love songs. I felt at the pinnacle of happiness and success.

But then, as I raised my glasses to celebrate, my gaze suddenly stopped in the corner of the room. A familiar figure, dressed in a simple uniform, her hair neatly tied, holding a tray of drinks.

My heart stopped for a moment, 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, as I stand next to my beautiful new bride, dressed in a designer suit, she’s serving at my wedding party.

Friends sitting nearby whisper:
– Isn’t this Rajesh’s ex-wife?

What an irony! A successful man finds a new wife, and another woman has to serve.

I listened, but smiled, considering it a sweet victory after the divorce.

30 minutes later – the truth came out.

As the party settled down, an elderly guest, with a serious expression, approached my table. It was Mr. Sharma, an important business partner with whom I had long yearned to collaborate. He smiled and raised his glass for a toast:

– Congratulations on finding new happiness.

I happily replied:
– Thank you, it’s an honor to have you here today.

But his gaze suddenly drifted to the corner of the room, where Anita was busy cleaning. Suddenly, he put down his glass and stood up straight. His voice was serious:

With your permission… I would like to say a few words.

The noise in the hall suddenly died down.

He pointed to Anita:

Few people know, but that woman… is the same philanthropist who saved my life in a road accident in Jaipur three years ago. If she hadn’t jumped into the cold water to pull me up, I wouldn’t be standing here today.

The guests gasped in surprise. I was stunned.

Mr. Sharma said emotionally:

Not only that, she is also the co-founder of the charity fund I sponsor. After her marriage broke up, she quietly stepped back, handed over all her wealth to her ex-husband, and then began doing physical labor to support her elderly mother and young child.

A shocking blow

His words were like a thunderbolt. I looked at Anita. She stood there, tears in her eyes, but she bowed her head, politely continuing her work as if nothing had happened.

The guests began whispering:
– Oh my God, I never expected her to be such a noble woman.

And how could Rajesh dare to laugh at her?

My face heated up, sweat pouring. Pride instantly turned to humiliation. What I had once considered a “victory” turned out to be nothing but pettiness and selfishness.

The woman I had abandoned, despised, was the benefactor of the most important partner in my life – and the one respected in society.

At that moment, all the music and laughter in the hall seemed to fade away. My soul went cold when I realized: the happiness I have today does not make me noble. It is my cruelty and arrogance that makes me the lowest person in that glittering room.

I was about to go to Anita, wanting to apologize. But my legs felt heavy. She just looked at me, her eyes calm, then she turned away.

At that moment, I realized I had lost something priceless forever—not just a wife, but a kind-hearted woman I would never see again in my life.