Less than half a year after the divorce, I remarried my ex-wife’s best friend. She was very polite, considerate, and knew how to please my mother.

My name is Amit Verma. Priya and I met during a family blind date in Lucknow. At first, I strongly objected, thinking that marriage should start with love. But my mother, Sarla Devi, said that a marriage with a clean family background, common traditions, and through a reputable matchmaker would be more sustainable. She said:

“If someone is good, their relatives will dare to introduce them.”

I listened to her and went to meet her. Unexpectedly, I was moved the first time I met Priya. She was not only beautiful, but also lively, charming, and a little funny. I was instantly attracted.

After that day, we talked every day. Every time Priya slowly responded to my messages, my heart would skip a beat. I realized I truly loved her.

My best friend supported me in this relationship.

After a few weeks, I confessed my love. But before accepting, Priya brought her best friend, Neha, to “meet” me a few more times. Neha was fair-skinned, sharp-tempered, and somewhat overshadowed her friend. Whenever we went on dates, we often had to acquiesce to Neha’s wishes. I would complain, but Priya would just smile:

“I’m weak, it’s good to have a friend like this with me.”

I reluctantly accepted.

We dated for over two years before marriage. Initially, the marriage was quite peaceful. We both worked in Gurugram, cooked together on weekends, walked around Connaught Place, and occasionally went on trips. We let the children develop naturally.

But after living together for a long time, Priya’s shortcomings became apparent. She was neat and tidy outside, but when she came home, she would be lazy to clean, not wash the dishes properly, and leave her clothes scattered everywhere. My mother became unhappy, thinking that such women didn’t know how to take care of their families. They would often quarrel.

I was caught between my mother and wife. As a child and a husband, I didn’t know how to handle everything. Then, gradually, I began to lean toward my mother – who had worked hard to raise me.

Divorce and a Turning Point

Even after more than three years, we still had no children. The doctor concluded that it was simply due to low fertility, not infertility. But my mother insisted that it was Priya’s fault. She even pointed out:

“If you can’t have children, you should give way to someone else.”

Then Neha – Priya’s best friend – started appearing more often. I realized she was completely different: clean, well-mannered, and knew how to please my mother. We started chatting more on social media. Once, I jokingly said:

– If we’re destined to be together, then marry me.

Neha smiled:
– Then you should get a divorce.

I knew it was wrong, but my heart was pounding. And my mother’s anger was growing, so I decided to divorce. After much argument, I told Priya to pack her things. She didn’t cry, just looked at me and said:

– You’ll regret it.

And she left.

Less than half a year later, I married Neha. She was very polite, efficient, and knew how to please my mother. I felt I had made the right decision. When Neha announced her pregnancy, the whole family was overjoyed. My mother glowed as if she had lifted a heavy burden.

That Happy Message

The day my son was born, the whole family was rejoicing, when I received a message from Priya:

– Congratulations on becoming a father! Will you call me on the full moon? Oh, I have some good news for you: I’m pregnant too. If you don’t believe me, look at the picture. It seems both sides are having trouble conceiving, not just me… or is it just her?

I was stunned, it felt like someone had slapped me in the face. My heart was pounding, and a barrage of questions came flooding in:

“Is the child really mine?”

“Have I been cheated?”

“Priya… is she taking revenge?”

I was in a trance all day. But then I remembered what the doctor had said: we both have low fertility, not infertility. Perhaps that’s why we didn’t have children for so many years. And when we parted ways at the right time, when the opportunity arose, everything changed.

My son has many similarities to me, so there shouldn’t be any betrayal. No one is wrong, it’s just that the timing is wrong, the circumstances are wrong, and the person next to me is no longer suitable.

Priya has finally become a mother. I too have a child.

Last Message

The day my child was born, I sent Priya an invitation. She didn’t come, leaving a message of just four words:

– Wishing you all the best.

I smiled a little. No one knows what life will bring. Some people are there for a while and then go their own way. Some people seem wrong, but come at the right time. And some children become even more precious after many challenges.