My ex-husband came to my anniversary to humiliate me in front of all the guests and show off his young bride, but as soon as he saw my special guest, he immediately apologized and quickly ran away from the party.“It’s cozy here, like a pensioner,” my ex-husband declared right from the doorway, barely stepping into the room where I was celebrating my anniversary with my girlfriends. He didn’t even take off his coat. He headed straight toward me.Hello, ex-girlfriend,” he added with a wry smile.He was holding a girl in a tight beige dress by the arm. About twenty-five, no more. The same age as our eldest daughter.

The music stopped on its own. Just a moment ago, the guests were laughing, discussing something, clinking glasses. Now silence fell over the room. I stood at the table, clutching the stem of my glass so tightly that my fingers turned white.We hadn’t seen each other for three years. Since the day he said he’d “outgrown our relationship” and went looking for inspiration. Looks like he found it.Well, happy anniversary. Fifty is a respectable age. May God grant us all long life,” he handed me the package.Inside there was anti-aging cosmetics. Meet Anna, my fiancée. She’s my model. Beautiful, isn’t she?Anna batted her false eyelashes and looked at my friends as if she were in a wax museum. With caution and a hint of fear.We decided to come and congratulate you. I see everything’s the same. The same friends, the same conversations. It’s a shame nothing’s changed for you in three years.