That night, the Hilton Manhattan Hotel was brightly lit with yellow lights, red wine reflected shimmeringly in crystal glasses.
My name is David Harris, a 42-year-old businessman. I stood in the middle of the luxurious hall, tightly holding the hand of my new wife, Emily – a beautiful young girl that everyone praised as “the right type of successful”.
White roses covered the aisle, light jazz music played.
Guests laughed, talked, and congratulated me.
Holding my head high, I proudly thought that I had reached the pinnacle of happiness and fame.
Until, in the middle of raising my glass to celebrate, a familiar figure – a black waiter’s shirt, hair neatly tied up, holding a tray of wine.
My heart stopped for a beat.
But then I burst out laughing.
It was her – Anna Parker, my ex-wife.
The woman who cooked for me each night, who helped me build my career in the early, difficult days.
Now, while I was wearing an expensive tuxedo, standing in the bright lights next to my new wife, she was serving at my own wedding party.
I felt funny. I felt elated.
Some business friends sitting next to me gently nudged me:
“Hey, isn’t that your ex-wife?”
“Life is really fair, isn’t it?
One person rises to success, one falls to the bottom.”
I just shrugged, sneered:
“Who said she doesn’t know how to keep her husband.”
And I continued to raise my glass, thinking I had won.
About half an hour later, the reception entered its climax.
Guests filled the hall, laughing and talking loudly.
He smiled, shook hands, raised his glass to congratulate me:
“Congratulations, David. You deserve this happiness.”
I replied proudly:
“Thank you, it is an honor to have you here.”
Yet immediately after, his eyes stopped at the corner of the room.
Where Anna was bending down to clear the table, her hair disheveled, her eyes quiet.
Suddenly, he put down his glass, saying:
“Excuse me, everyone, I have a few words to say.”
The whole hall fell silent. The music suddenly stopped.
Mr.
Robert turned around, pointed at Anna:
“Perhaps no one here knows, the woman serving over there is…
the one who saved my life three years ago.”
The whole hall burst into cheers.
He continued, his voice choking:
“One rainy night, my car crashed and fell into the lake. While everyone stood there in fear, she jumped into the cold water to pull me out. She was soaked and shivering, but she still called an ambulance and stayed until I woke up.
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