Anton had always treated himself the boss of his life. While others were plodding through textbooks, Anton was already busy with business. Sometimes he was reselling cars, other times he was collecting computers to order. It was then that he met Albina. She was a humble honor student, studying a foreign language.
They became lovers. Then, they got married. Soon their firstborn, Dimka, was born. Albina threw herself wholeheartedly into motherhood. A couple of years later, a daughter, Lenochka, arrived. Taking care of two little ones wasted all her time and energy. Albina wanted to hire a nanny.
But Anton rejected it.
Children should be cared for by their mother. Anton said that he was investing everything in developing his business. Meanwhile, he’d buy a big TV, or a car for himself, or go out with friends. And when Albina required a hairdryer, her husband said that her old one was just good.
Time passed away. The children grew up and started school. Albina began to feel lonely and tired. If Albina asked him to go somewhere, Anton would say he was busy while he always found time to meet with his friends.
— We’d better get divorce, — Anton blurted out. — I’m tired of this whole family game. I have my own life. And I need freedom.
— Break up? — Albina said. — What about the children? What about me?
— Well, you’ll be fine, — Anton shrugged. — You’re a mother, after all. You’ll handle somehow.
That very evening, Anton moved out, pick up all his things. Albina couldn’t believe that her comfortable life had destr0yed overnight. She began to find a job. She had to leave the children with a neighbor.
With great difficulty, she handled to get a job as a cleaner at a shopping mall.
It wasn’t the job Albina had wanted, She had to take on extra shifts at night. Albina was ripped between work and home. And then she would be busted in the evenings.
— Mommy, why are you always at work? — little Lena asked. — I miss you so much.
— I’m sorry, sweetheart, — Albina sighed. — I need to earn money to buy us food and clothes.
— And what about Daddy? He earns a lot. Why doesn’t he help us?
Albina didn’t know what to say. Anton had seemingly disappeared from their lives.
Albina barely controlled to get time off from work and went to the office. There, she was in for a sh0ck. It happened that grandfather had been quietly buying shares of various companies throughout his life. And now he had left his entire inheritance to his beloved granddaughter.
Albina couldn’t believe her ears.
She remembered how grandfather always said, “Save your pennies, granddaughter. They’ll come in handy someday.” Now shae understood it.
Albina decided to use the money shrewdly.
She entered in professional development courses to return to her field. And part of the funds was invested in a small business. She opened a café in their neighborhood.
She was happy in working in the dining area sometimes—it helps her feel better the café’s atmosphere and chat with the patrons.
Albina naturally turned to welcome the new guests—and froze. He is Anton. Next to him was a young, striking blonde. She approached the table the couple had chosen.
— Good afternoon. What would you like to order? — Albina said.
Anton looked up from the menu and stared at his ex-wife in sh0ck:
— Albina? Are you working here as a waitress?
— Yes, I work here, — the woman replied calmly. — So, what will you have?
— Two cappuccinos and croissants, — Anton said. — Look at you, down on your luck. I thought you were still working as a cleaner. – he smirked.
— Your order will be ready in a few minutes, — she said.
When Albina brought the order, Anton couldn’t continue commenting again:
— You’re doing pretty well. Maybe serving coffee really is your calling?
Albina said nothing.
— Albina! How are you? So, shall we discuss our proposal? Are you free now?
Albina smiled:
— Well, as you can see, I’m working a bit on the side.
The second man laughed.
— You, as usual. In your situation, everyone is in offices, and here you are, out among the people.
Albina said:
— Enjoy your meal.
Anton sat there, mouth agape.
— So you’re the owner? — he finally managed to ask.
Albina smiled:
— Yes, this is my cafe’. Enjoy. If you need anything, you can ask the waitress Lena.
And Albina came into the office. She could experience her ex-husband’s surprised gaze on her back. It was obvious that she had finally let go of the past.
Man Storms Church after Priest’s Words, ‘Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Peace’ & Yells, ‘Stop It!’
As Noah and Alice prepare for their upcoming wedding, Noah grows suspicious of the new lavish purchases that Alice has made—items that are above their pay grade. Later, a mysterious man disrupts their wedding. Who is he, and what does he want?
After three years together, Alice and I were finally getting married. Initially, we didn’t care about having a big wedding—we just wanted the day to be a culmination of our love story, a day where we’d stand before our family and friends.
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And yet, despite everything unfolding perfectly, a cloud of unease had settled over me, one that had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with the recent changes I’d noticed in Alice.
“I just can’t wait for our big day,” Alice gushed over breakfast one morning. “I have a few surprises, but nothing set in stone yet.”
I had no clue what she was talking about, but I figured it would be worth it—Alice was always trying to make things special in her own way.
After three years together, Alice and I were finally getting married. Initially, we didn’t care about having a big wedding—we just wanted the day to be a culmination of our love story, a day where we’d stand before our family and friends.
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And yet, despite everything unfolding perfectly, a cloud of unease had settled over me, one that had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with the recent changes I’d noticed in Alice.
“I just can’t wait for our big day,” Alice gushed over breakfast one morning. “I have a few surprises, but nothing set in stone yet.”
I had no clue what she was talking about, but I figured it would be worth it—Alice was always trying to make things special in her own way.
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But then, in the weeks leading up to our wedding, Alice acquired several expensive accessories—a branded bag, designer shoes, and even a pair of enormous diamond earrings. It all seemed out of reach for us.
We’d always been practical about our finances, understanding our limitations. So, when I saw these designer items, I couldn’t help but question how Alice could afford them.
I asked her about it—I didn’t want to begin a new life with Alice without knowing.
“Are you sure we can afford this?” I asked, holding up the shopping bag, its content a silent accusation.
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Alice had been gone for most of the day, with her phone set to silent. I didn’t know where she had been, and my mind ran marathons. For a moment, I assumed the worst—that Alice was seeing someone else, someone who had splurged on luxury items.
“I got a bonus at work, Noah,” she said. “I just want to be perfect for our wedding. I want to go all out for this one day in my life.”
Alice smiled at me, a slow and reassuring smile.
I believed her. Of course, I did.
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Her explanation eased my worries, temporarily silencing the nagging voice in my head. And I was grateful because I wouldn’t willingly get married to Alice while nursing these treacherous thoughts.
As the ceremony began, Alice looked radiant, the very image of happiness, yet her eyes occasionally drifted to the hall’s entrance.
We stood there, listening to the priest speak about love and commitment inside and outside of marriage. Alice’s hand, tucked inside mine, grew sweatier as he spoke.
She continued to glance at the entrance the entire time.
“Are you okay?” I murmured to her. “What’s wrong?”
Alice shook her head slightly and smiled ahead at the priest.
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We went ahead and said our vows, Alice’s eyes still flickering to the door.
Who did she expect to show up? I wondered.
The priest’s voice echoed through the venue once more—a solemn call for any objections to our marriage.
“If anyone here has any objection, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
Silence reigned, causing me to smile.
But it was shattered within seconds by the dramatic entrance of a man whose presence immediately caused Alice’s face to light up in a way that I hadn’t seen throughout the entire ceremony.
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Every muscle in my body seized.
“Stop it!” the man boomed. “Stop the ceremony!”
Alice gasped, clasping her hands to her chest.
“I’m so sorry for interrupting the ceremony! I know I’m late, Father,” he said. “But please, let me just walk my little girl down the aisle. I’ve broken all promises to her, but this one, I can’t.”
Our guests murmured, their shock evident. Alice’s mother was on her feet, her hands clutching Alice’s bouquet tightly.
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“Alice, is that…?” I began, my voice trailing off as the reality of the situation dawned on me.
Of course. Alice had the man’s eyes, and his chin. It was clear.
“Yes,” she whispered. “That’s my dad.”
Her father, a man who had been more absent than present in her life, had chosen this moment to fulfill a promise, to be there for his daughter when it mattered the most.
“Shall I carry on?” the priest asked me.
“No, let’s do the walk again,” I smiled.
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As her father took her arm, guiding her toward me, I saw Alice in a new light. She finally looked like a bride who had been waiting for this day.
She beamed.
We began the ceremony again. This time, Alice laughed through her vows and cried through mine.
Afterward, her father embraced me tightly.
“Thank you,” he said. “Thank you for looking after my girl.”
Later, when Alice and I were in our rented car, being driven off to the airport for our honeymoon, she told me everything.
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It turned out that Alice had reached out to her father a few weeks before the wedding. They had been speaking on and off over the years, but when it came down to our wedding—she just wanted him to walk her down the aisle.
“My dad bought me the handbag,” she admitted. “But the shoes and earrings were from my bonus.”
I’m not sure if my father-in-law plans on being a part of our lives, but I do know that I’m grateful he walked Alice down the aisle.
“Maybe he’ll stick around,” she said later when we were sipping on champagne.
Maybe he will.
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