While I was “enjoying” with my girlfriend at a luxury hotel in Mumbai, I suddenly received a call from a friend – informing me that my wife was in the hospital and needed immediate surgery…

The phone rang loudly, breaking the hazy atmosphere filled with the scent of French perfume in the 5-star hotel room. I frowned, groping for the phone that was vibrating loudly on the glass table. In my heart, I cursed whoever dared to ruin the “heavenly” moment between me and Riya – my hot young girlfriend who was a dozen years younger than me.

The screen showed the name “Vikram” – my best friend.

– “Hello? What is it? Last night…” – I snapped.

– “Arun! Where are you? Come back now! Meera… Meera fainted, I just took her to Lokmanya Tilak Hospital. The doctor said her appendix ruptured, a complication of blood infection. She needs urgent surgery! Come back and sign the commitment form right away!”

Vikram’s voice was urgent, breathless.

For a moment, my heart skipped a beat. Meera – my wife, the hard-working woman at home. But Riya’s soft hand lightly gliding over my bare chest made me shiver. Her flirtatious gaze pulled me back to bed.

I dialed the number very quickly. If I went back now, I would lose the 10-day “paradise” vacation that I lied to my wife about going on a business trip to Bangalore, but in reality, I flew to Goa to have sex with my lover.

– “Damn it… I… I’m in Bangalore. There are no flights to Mumbai at this hour. Sign for me! You’re my best friends. Save my wife, I’ll come back as soon as possible!”

I acted so well that even I thought I was talented.

A few seconds of silence.

– “Okay. But you should come back quickly.” – Vikram’s voice was heavy.

I breathed a sigh of relief and hung up.
Riya snuggled into my chest:

– “What’s wrong with your wife? Are we still going to Goa?”

I hugged Riya’s waist, smirking:

– “Of course. Vikram is taking care of your wife. He’s a doctor, and a close friend, he’s better than me. I can’t do anything when I come back. Never mind, life is short.”

Then I turned off my main phone, used the secondary SIM to contact my girlfriend, and started my “paradise” days in Goa.

10 days later…

I returned to Mumbai, confident that I just had to make up a few excuses, buy Meera gifts, and everything would be fine.

A taxi stopped in front of the house. But my Mahindra XUV700 was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a truck was parked, and a few men were carrying my things out.

I turned pale and rushed inside.

Meera sat on the sofa. She was much thinner, her face was pale, but her eyes were sharp. Next to him were Vikram and a man…in a suit – a lawyer.

– “Meera! Are you…are you okay? I was so worried, Bangalore was stormy, I couldn’t come back…” – I tried to act miserable.

– “Let go.” – Meera pushed my hand away, her voice cold as ice.

She threw a stack of photos on the table.

I was stunned:
I hugged Riya on the beach in Goa.
I kissed Riya in the bar.
Riya and I were in the hotel – through the crack in the unclosed glass door.

– “Is this your ‘Bangalore business’?” – Meera smirked.
– “The email confirming the resort in Goa was sent to our shared email, did you forget? I saw everything. I let you act to see how brazen you were. And God gave me a near-fatal illness to see your true face.”

I trembled:
– “Meera…you were foolish…”

– “No need to explain.” – Meera pushed the file over. – “This is the divorce papers. I’ve already signed them. And these are the property papers.”

I picked them up, sweating.

– “My parents bought this house, but because I trust you, I let you have the joint name. Luckily, you’ve been busy having fun for the past 10 days, so I asked a lawyer to prove the entire source of the money. With the evidence of adultery, you’ll leave empty-handed.”

She continued:

– “The Mahindra car is also in my family company’s name. Don’t even dream of taking it away.”

I shouted:
– “Are you going to cut off my way of life? We’re husband and wife after all…”

Vikram stood up, his eyes full of disappointment:

– “I begged you to come back. I was on duty overnight to perform an emergency surgery on your wife. And you’re hugging your lover in Goa. Don’t ask me anymore.”

Meera pointed to the door:

– “I’ve packed your things. Sign them and leave.”

I looked around the house that used to be mine… looked at my gentle wife, now like a steel fortress.

10 days of pleasure – in exchange for my whole life.
I lost my wife.
Lost my house.
Lost my best friend.
Lost my dignity.

I trembled and signed the divorce papers.

Stepped out the door.

The iron gate slammed shut.

Mumbai was hot as hell, but my eyes were dark.

I was completely broke

Mumbai at the beginning of the monsoon season, the sky was as gray as Arun’s life at the moment.

After being evicted from his home, he wandered around with only a battered suitcase and a few old clothes. His bank account was reduced to a few thousand rupees after Meera proved that all the assets belonged to her family.

Arun – who used to live in a luxurious apartment, drink foreign wine – now slept in a shabby rented room in Dharavi.

In the early days, Arun tried to cling to Riya – the person he thought would be on his side.

He called her dozens of times but all the messages were “Unreachable”.

Finally, Riya texted back the same sentence:

“Arun, I don’t love a penniless man. I don’t want to be the sinner who destroys other people’s families. Please don’t call me anymore.”

It was as if the sky had fallen on his head.

Arun collapsed on the cold cement floor.
The final kick for the person who had traded everything for lust.

It turns out that the person he chose… never chose him.

Not stopping there, the company where Arun worked found out about the scandalous affair.
The gossip spread like wildfire:

– “He left his wife to almost die to go to Goa with his lover…”
– “What kind of man is he?”
– “Luckily the company fired him early, keeping him would have been embarrassing.”

And that was it.

Arun was invited to the HR department.
The decision to fire him was placed before him.

No more honor.
No more income.
No one by his side.

Arun fell into free fall.

After the life-threatening surgery, Meera was reborn.

She practiced yoga every morning, ate healthily, and took good care of herself.
Her skin regained its rosy color, her eyes were bright.

From a quiet woman, Meera became radiant like the goddess Lakshmi – gentle yet powerful.

Vikram – Arun’s best friend – is still by Meera’s side, taking care of her every time she goes for a check-up.

People start whispering:

– “They look so cute together…”

– “Vikram has always secretly loved Meera but didn’t dare to say it…”

Meera is silent. But her face is no longer avoiding when walking next to Vikram.

She is grateful to him, respects him… and her heart is opening up again.

Meera used to be an interior designer but because of her sacrifices for her family, she did not develop her career.

Vikram and her friends encouraged her:

– “Meera, you are talented. It’s time for you to live for yourself.”

So Meera started a small project: redecorating a children’s room for a family in Bandra.

Unexpectedly, the before and after pictures she posted on social media became viral.

A famous influencer shared:
“This room is as beautiful as a Bollywood movie. Who did it?”

The whole of Mumbai was searching for the name “Meera Design Studio”.

After only 3 months, Meera could not get all the clients.

Her income far exceeded what Arun had ever earned.

She became a model of a modern woman:
Betrayed but not defeated – resurrected like the goddess Durga.

On a rainy afternoon, Arun stood in front of the old house in his crumpled clothes.

He came to apologize.
Not expecting forgiveness – just wanting to meet the person who loved him deeply.

Meera walked out.
The pure white sari hugged her slender figure.
Behind her was Vikram – standing like a solid wall.

Arun choked:

– “Meera… I’m sorry. I was wrong. Give me a chance… I have no one left.”

Meera looked at him, her eyes no longer filled with hatred… but also no longer filled with love.

– “Arun, the day you signed the divorce papers, your heart left my life before I could let go.

I don’t blame you anymore. But I will not go back to the person who left me on the hospital bed to have fun with someone else.”

Arun burst into tears.

– “You know your mistake…”

Meera smiled sadly:

– “I hope you will live well. But I’m sorry… I am no longer the woman waiting for you to correct your mistakes. I am now the new Meera.”

The door closed in front of Arun.
Gently.
Not loudly.
But enough for him to understand that her world no longer had a place for him.

A few weeks later, Meera and Vikram appeared together at an event for young entrepreneurs.
She wore a red sari, radiant like the goddess Shakti – the symbol of rebirth.

The press published their photo, caption:

“Businesswoman Meera Sharma – from betrayal to great success. Beside her is Dr. Vikram Singh – a friend who has always accompanied her since the darkest days.”

The whole hall was amazed.
And Arun, in the small rented room, quietly looked at the photo on the phone screen, his eyes red.

He understood:
I have lost forever the best woman in my life.

Arun fell into the abyss because of his own betrayal.
Riya abandoned him.
His career was ruined.
Friends turned their backs.

And Meera – the woman who was once considered weak – has come back to life strong, beautiful, rich and confident like a reincarnated Indian goddess.

And she chose the right person:
Vikram – the one who always stood by her when Arun left.