He spoke loudly, feigning pity. He wanted everyone in the room to hear how wonderful everything had turned out for him.

I put the glass on the table and smiled.

— Thank you for coming. And thank you for the gift. By the way, I also want to introduce you to someone.

My ex-husband was shocked when he saw my “special” guest; he quickly apologized and literally ran away from the party.

At that moment, a man approached us. Tall, confident, in a perfectly tailored suit. Everyone in town knows him. A prominent businessman, an eligible bachelor, featured in the news. His car costs as much as a fine house.

He calmly hugged me around the waist.

— Meet my fiancé. I think you’ve heard of him. If I’m not mistaken, you work for his company.

I saw my ex’s face turn pale, then red. His hand, which he extended for a handshake, was visibly shaking.

My man smiled reservedly and shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” he said calmly, without unnecessary emotion.

“N-nice… to meet you… We have to go. Sorry,” the ex muttered, avoiding my gaze.

Anna smiled sheepishly and hurried after him. A minute later, the door closed. The music started playing again, the guests came to life, and someone quietly laughed.

I raised my glass and thought that age isn’t about a number. It’s about who’s there for you when you need them.