Mum, you simply must find a new husband as soon as possible! Its absolutely urgent!
Anna nearly dropped her mug of tea, which splashed slightly onto the tablecloth. She set it down, cleared her throat and fixed her daughter with a steady gaze.
Tell me what this is about, she requested, keeping her tone even. Where is this demand coming from?
The girl shifted her weight from one foot to the other, dropped her eyes and began tracing the pattern on the rug. Emily felt uneasy, yet she remained convinced she had done the right thing.
You know Today I told Dad that youve met someone, she sighed deeply. He wouldnt stop questioning me! He keeps asking whether youve found anyone! Every time I said no, he launched into a long speech about the huge mistake you made by leaving him. That you have no idea what youre doing in life for letting such a fine man go!
She lifted her eyes to her mother. They held irritation, bewilderment and even anger directed at her father.
And he keeps repeating that youll soon realise how wrong you were and come back. That youll never find anyone better. So I lost my temper and said youd met someone.
Anna brushed a hand through her hair. Her ex-husbands familiar tone echoed in her mindthe forced certainty, the habit of turning every talk into a speech about his own rightness.
I can picture the fancy insults he added, she remarked with mild irony. He still cant accept that I walked away from him, the perfect one. Sometimes I wonder if Mark pushes for your weekend visits just to deliver his monologues. Hes not after time with you; he wants fresh gossip to soothe his pride.
Emily sighed heavily and dropped onto the sofa, tucking her legs beneath her in the usual way. Resting on a cushion, she ran her fingers absently over the soft upholstery, trying to order her thoughts.
Yes, I think the same, she said, gazing off to one side. I have to sit through an hour and a half of him boasting how marvellous he is. The rest of the time Im freehe doesnt even ask how Im getting on. He never checks how school is going or whether I need anything
The girl spoke in an everyday voice, as though listing a normal schedule: rising, breakfast, school, homework. For Emily this had long been ordinary, so familiar that it stirred no feeling at all.
She leaned back against the sofa and stared at the ceiling, turning over the recent conversation with her father in her mind. As always, it opened with his latest successthis time he described in detail how cleverly he had handled negotiations with clients. Then came his plans, the obstacles he faced at work and how no one appreciated his efforts. An hour and a half of uninterrupted talkEmily had even noted the time mentally so she could mention it later to her mother.
When she tried to mention her school mathematics competition, her father merely nodded vaguely and steered the subject back to his own affairs. Good for you, of course, but at my age I already and off he went again with tales of his achievements.
The girl gave a small shrug, brushing the memories aside. She had grown used to this pattern long ago. For as long as Emily could recall, Dad had been absorbed only in himself. The rest of the family existed at the edge of his attentionvalued, yet never important enough to draw focus from the central figure: himself.
Every conversation inevitably circled back to him and his concerns. If Mum mentioned feeling tired, he launched straight into how demanding his own job was. If Emily spoke of troubles with friends, Dad found a way to pivot to his own schooldays, which were naturally far more exciting. Other peoples worries simply did not register with him; he dismissed them as trivial.
Emily still could not fathom how her mother had lasted fifteen years beside such a man. He was utterly fixated on his own brilliant self! Perhaps Mum had stayed only for her sake, unwilling to let her daughter grow up without a father. As a child, Emily had truly believed that one day Dad would change and begin to notice them, to care about their lives Yet the years passed unchanged. Only after the divorce did she realise, with surprise, how much calmer life felt without him. No one seized every ounce of attention, treating others concerns as minor.
And why must I rush to find a partner? Annas voice came out sharper than she had intended. You said itso what?
You see, when Dad heard that, he changed completely! Emily winced and clutched one of the cushions to her chest. He went pale, then red, and started shouting so loudly the neighbour rushed over! To be honest, I was a little frightened.
She fell silent for a moment, recalling the scene: her fathers unusually high, cracking voice, his clenched fists, his darting eyes. He had looked ready to explode from the feelings surging through him.
He demanded I give the mans name and describe him in every detail, Emily went on, twisting the cushions edge. I refused and told him youd asked me not to say anything, especially not to him I wouldnt be surprised if he rings you soon and makes a fuss.
Anna turned slowly, leaned against the windowsill and studied her daughter. An interesting day lay ahead She could easily picture Marks level of outrage Well done, daughter.
Anna sat beside Emily on the sofa and sighed, drawing her close. There was nothing to be done now. The words had been spoken and could not be unsaid.
Why invent this? she asked quietly, rocking Emily gently. We were managing fine! Now Ill have to hear his rants and complaints all over again. I almost wanted to switch off the phone.
Emily eased herself free, sat upright and met her mothers eyes with serious conviction.
Because youre wonderful! she declared firmly. Youre attractive, clever, you have plenty of friends and men notice you! Do you think I dont see it? Dad always says horrible things about you! Ive had enough!
Anna stroked her daughters hair softly, running her fingers through the fine strands. Tenderness and a touch of uncertainty showed in her expression.
I understand, love, I do, she said gently. Truthfully, I thought you might not want me to start a serious relationship yet. Its only been six months since the divorce from your father.
The words were not easy. Deep down she worried her daughter might view a new romance as betrayal or an attempt to replace her father. Anna searched Emilys face for any sign of displeasure.
Rubbish! Emily huffed, her voice carrying such honest resolve that Anna smiled despite herself. What matters is that youre happy!
The girl folded her arms, smiling at her mother. In that moment she looked remarkably grown-upthoughtful beyond her years and ready to defend her view.
Anna kept watching her daughter, and the worry in her heart began to ease. Emily spoke with such assurance that doubts started to fade. Perhaps she had been dwelling too much on the past and fearing what lay ahead?
Youre a clever girl, Anna said softly, pulling her daughter close again. Thank you for looking after me.
Emily nestled against her, settling comfortably at her side. At that moment both felt the bond between them grow warmer and steadieras though their small family, despite everything, was growing stronger each day.
Anna sat at her desk, struggling to concentrate on the report. The lines swam before her eyes and a dull ache throbbed at her temples; what had been a faint hint that morning had swelled to an intolerable level by midday. She rubbed her temples wearily, hoping for a little relief. The motions were slow and automaticshe had performed them dozens of times already.
After a few minutes thought she asked a colleague to pop into the chemists, only a two-minute walk from the office. Back with the tablets, Anna washed them down with water from the jug and tried once more to read the papers. No use. Her head felt stuffed with lead and every soundthe tap of keyboards, the whirr of the air conditioning, distant voices in the corridorstruck her like a sharp wave.
The security guard appeared at the door just then. His manner was polite, yet his eyes held a trace of caution.
Anna, you have a visitor, he said, easing the door open. Your former husband is insisting on seeing you. Will you go down, or shall we ask him to leave?
Anna went still. A surge of irritation mixed with tiredness rose inside her. She drew a long breath, keeping her outward composure.
Ill come down now. Sorry for the trouble, she answered, rising from her chair.
She cursed inwardly. What dreadful timing! The day was already difficult, her head pounded and now Mark had turned up unannounced. Why had he not telephoned? Why appear at the office, surrounded by strangers? Had he planned to create a scene on the premises?
She made her way to the exit without hurryingsudden movements only sharpened the pain. The corridor bustled: colleagues hurried on errands, someone laughed by the coffee machine, others discussed a project at the noticeboard. Anna passed them, feeling tension knot her shoulders.
In the lobby she spotted Mark at once. He paced back and forth, approaching the reception desk then retreating. His gestures were jerky; he waved his arms while arguing with the guards, his voice rising now and then. The security staff looked politely displeased: they stayed civil but clearly prepared for firmer action if matters slipped out of hand.
What do you want? Anna asked directly, stepping nearer. Her voice stayed level though irritation mounted inside. What performance are you staging? Fancy a closer acquaintance with the police? I can arrange it.
Mark spun at the sound of her voice. His face flushed, his eyes alight with some fierce emotionanger or agitation. He lunged forward, jabbing a finger at her as though she had committed a crime.
You! he shouted. You! Emily told me everything! Only six months after the divorce and youve already found a new man?
Disbelief, hurt and plain jealousy coloured his tone. He had clung to the hope that his daughter was mistaken or teasing him. Now, facing Annas calm expression, he realised it was no jest.
Anna arched her brows in surprise and tilted her head slightly. She remained relaxed, yet a cold light entered her eyes.
Am I meant to stay faithful to you for ever? she replied evenly. Even after the divorce? You expect rather a lot, dear. Especially since you never treated fidelity as a necessary virtue while we were married.
Mark froze, uncertain how to respond. His outstretched hand slowly fell. Confusion flickered across his facehe had not anticipated such a composed, assured reply.
People continued moving through the lobby: staff, visitors, messengers. Some glanced curiously their way; others looked aside. For Mark and Anna the world shrank briefly to the space between them, thick with old grievances, unspoken reproaches and a new reality Mark found hard to accept.
You youre simply he managed at last, but Anna cut him short.
Lets not turn this into a scene, Mark, she said, her voice softening yet remaining firm. If you need to talk, we can do so calmly. Just not here and not like this.
Scene? Ill show you a scene!
Marks voice rose to a near-shout that echoed through the large lobby. Crimson patches spread over his face, veins stood out on his neck and his fists opened and closed with nervous strain. He stepped forward, then back, as though unsure how best to deliver his threat.
I wont have my daughter living under the same roof as some stranger! he yelled, heedless of the attention he drew. Ill take Emily away from you! Youll never see her again! You
His words rang sharp and almost hysterical, yet Anna merely lifted an eyebrow, her face showing calm detachment. Take her daughter? She would like to see him try! Any court would support her.
Finished? Quite the performer, she observed in an even, faintly mocking tone. Straight from the circus.
What is happening here?
Mark broke off and whirled toward the unfamiliar voice. In the doorway to the lobby stood a man in a smart dark-blue suit. His posture was relaxed yet assured, his gaze steady and attentive. The guards, who had been trying to restrain Mark discreetly, straightened at onceclearly this was someone of importance in the firm.
Stay out of it! Mark snapped, shooting the newcomer an irritated look. His face still blazed with anger and his voice carried open hostility. This is private; its none of your concern.
The man did not rush his reply. He walked forward slowly, stopping a short distance away so he could see both of them. A slight smile played on his lips, which only irritated Mark further.
Private is when you speak with your wife alone, he said at length. When you stage a row in a public place it ceases to be private and becomes everyones business.
Anna watched in silence, sensing the tension thicken almost visibly. She had not expected David Harrington to appear, yet his intervention, though sudden, felt fittingit at least broke Marks usual pattern of threats and shouting.
Mark advanced a step toward the man, plainly ready to retort sharply, but David did not flinch. His expression stayed calm, almost detached, as though he dealt regularly with far more heated opponents.
Who are you to lecture me? Mark growled, clinging to the last of his self-control. Poking your nose where it doesnt belong!
David Harrington moved forward with quiet confidence. He reached Anna, who still stood slightly dazed, and placed an arm around her waist in a clear, unmistakable gesture.
Who am I? he asked in a level, almost ordinary voice, yet the cold resolve in it made even Mark step back. Im the man who makes Anna happy. You think you can shout at my woman and Ill overlook it? A visit to the police will be the least of your worriesIll see to it you have far more trouble than you can manage. And if you try to use your daughter as leverage I believe you understand.
Mark stood motionless. The flush of anger drained from his face, leaving it pale. He looked from David to Anna, struggling to grasp that control had slipped away. Confusion crossed his featureshe had not foreseen so assured and unflappable an adversary.
For several minutes he remained silent, clenching and unclenching his fists as though fighting the urge to speak sharply. No words came, whether from the sheer certainty in Davids tone or the realisation that his usual tactics would fail.
At last he grimaced, muttered something indistinct and spun on his heel. His stride, once forceful, now looked stiff, as if he were forcing himself to keep what dignity remained. Before exiting the lobby he glanced back and called over his shoulder:
You can forget about any maintenance!
I dont need it, Anna retorted once he had gone. Her voice was light, almost amused, yet carried real relief. At least Emily wont have to visit her father any longer!
A moment later she noticed Davids warm, steady hand still resting on her waist. The simple yet significant touch brought a faint flush to her cheeks. She lowered her gaze, stepped back carefully and tried to make the movement seem natural.
With a small, slightly flustered smile she turned to her unexpected rescuer.
Thank you so much, David. You cant imagine how much youve helped.
Her words were sincere, without any false note. She felt deep gratitudenot only for his intervention but for the calm assurance with which he had done it.
He smiled faintly, his eyes warming briefly.
Shall we talk about it over lunch? he suggested, offering his hand.
Anna hesitated a second, weighing the invitation. The usual doubts surfacedis it too soon, will it seem rash? Yet she pushed them aside almost at once. David had been courteous and respectful; she genuinely wanted to speak with him away from the bustle and prying eyes.
Curiosity stirred as well: who he truly was, why he had stepped in, what lay behind that steady confidence.
Of course, she answered, slipping her hand into his.
The contact proved surprisingly pleasantfirm and reassuring without any pressure. Anna felt the tension that had gripped her since Marks arrival begin to ease, replaced by a light flutter of excitement and even pleasant anticipation.
Later, at a quiet table in a small restaurant near the office, the conversation grew easier. Soft lighting, gentle music and the scent of fresh bread created a comfortable setting.
In the course of easy talk she learned that her rescuer had felt tender affection for her for some time. He spoke of it plainly, without grand gestures or elaborate wordssimply as something natural that had been growing within him but had found no outlet.
I waited a long while before approaching, he admitted, stirring his coffee. You always seemed so focused and serious I knew you were going through a hard time after the divorce and I didnt want to press you or appear pushy.
Anna listened without interrupting. There was no arrogance or self-satisfaction in his words, only sincerity and respect for her privacy.
And today, when I saw that man shouting at you David frowned. I simply couldnt stay out of it.
Anna could not help a gentle smile. So that explained it! She had noticed the bosss glances before but had read them wrongly. David had appealed to her, yet the difference in their positions had kept her from ever making the first move.
Three months after the tense episode at the office, Anna and David were married. The wedding was splendid; he made every one of Annas wishes come true.
Emily was genuinely delighted for her mother. On the wedding day she helped Anna prepare, checking that every detailfrom hairstyle to the final buttonwas perfect. When the couple exchanged rings, the girl smiled and embraced them both.
Im so happy for you both, she whispered, her eyes bright with real joy.
Yet Emily also made it clear she was not yet ready to call David Dad.
I like you, David, she told him one evening when the three of them were alone. And Im glad Mum isnt on her own. But Dad whatever hes like, I already have one.
David nodded without resentment.
I understand, Emily. Thats only right. The important thing is that were together now.
Mark received an invitation toomore in irony than sincerity. Anna had wavered about sending it but decided in the end to let him know her life continued without him. She posted the card alone, with no letter, simply the date, time and address.
As expected, Mark did not attend. The mere idea of going filled him with a mix of irritation and bitter resentment. Instead he found another outlet for his discontent: he began telephoning old acquaintances.
The first call came the day after the invitation arrived. He kept his voice deliberately steady, yet strain showed in every word.
Can you believe she invited me to her wedding! he burst out before the other person had finished greeting him. After everything!
The friendan old university acquaintancepolitely asked what Mark found so outrageous. He merely dismissed the question.
How could she do that? Humiliate me like this!
The same conversation repeated over the following days. Mark rang number after number, each call beginning with the same indignant line about the invitation. He seemed to seek confirmation of his rightness, hoping someone would agree it was appalling.
The listeners stayed restrained. Some nodded sympathetically, others offered neutral remarks such as Everyone has their own life, and a few stayed silent, unsure what to say. The more Mark repeated his tale, the more clearly he heard how unconvincing his arguments sounded.
He then insisted Anna had rushed into the new marriage:
Only six months! How can anyone find real love so quickly? Shes just running away from reality, trying to forget me!
He switched topics abruptly:
She never gave me a chance to put things right! If wed talked, I could have
He left unfinished what he might have achievedwinning her back, changing himself, starting afresh.
At times his complaints took an odd turn:
I did so much for her, yet she never even thanked me. She simply left and took my daughter too!
These charges of ingratitude rang especially hollow. Listeners exchanged looks and shrugged; one or two observed quietly:
Why should she thank you? You were marriedits only natural.
Mark fell silent, annoyance rising. He saw his words were not producing the outrage he wanted. No one shared his anger or called Anna flighty or improper. Instead they seemed to accept that she had every right to move onand that only angered him more.
Tired at last of pointless calls, Mark stopped ringing people. He sat in his flat, looking at the small reminders of Annaa forgotten clip on a shelf, an old photo album in the cupboard, a few dresses that no longer fittedand understood that life simply continued, whether he wished it or not. He had yet to find his own place in this changed world.
In the end, weary of the fruitless conversations, Mark fell silent. Meanwhile Anna, David and Emily continued their days togethersteady and unhurried, filled with ordinary pleasures such as shared meals, weekend strolls and light-hearted debates over which film to watch. In time Anna discovered that the courage to release the past opens the door to genuine happiness, and that the strongest families are those built on mutual respect and the willingness to embrace new beginnings rather than cling to old grievances.Mum, you simply must find a new husband as soon as possible! Its absolutely urgent!
Anna nearly dropped her mug of tea, which splashed slightly onto the tablecloth. She set it down, cleared her throat and fixed her daughter with a steady gaze.
Tell me what this is about, she requested, keeping her tone even. Where is this demand coming from?
The girl shifted her weight from one foot to the other, dropped her eyes and began tracing the pattern on the rug. Emily felt uneasy, yet she remained convinced she had done the right thing.
You know Today I told Dad that youve met someone, she sighed deeply. He wouldnt stop questioning me! He keeps asking whether youve found anyone! Every time I said no, he launched into a long speech about the huge mistake you made by leaving him. That you have no idea what youre doing in life for letting such a fine man go!
She lifted her eyes to her mother. They held irritation, bewilderment and even anger directed at her father.
And he keeps repeating that youll soon realise how wrong you were and come back. That youll never find anyone better. So I lost my temper and said youd met someone.
Anna brushed a hand through her hair. Her ex-husbands familiar tone echoed in her mindthe forced certainty, the habit of turning every talk into a speech about his own rightness.
I can picture the fancy insults he added, she remarked with mild irony. He still cant accept that I walked away from him, the perfect one. Sometimes I wonder if Mark pushes for your weekend visits just to deliver his monologues. Hes not after time with you; he wants fresh gossip to soothe his pride.
Emily sighed heavily and dropped onto the sofa, tucking her legs beneath her in the usual way. Resting on a cushion, she ran her fingers absently over the soft upholstery, trying to order her thoughts.
Yes, I think the same, she said, gazing off to one side. I have to sit through an hour and a half of him boasting how marvellous he is. The rest of the time Im freehe doesnt even ask how Im getting on. He never checks how school is going or whether I need anything
The girl spoke in an everyday voice, as though listing a normal schedule: rising, breakfast, school, homework. For Emily this had long been ordinary, so familiar that it stirred no feeling at all.
She leaned back against the sofa and stared at the ceiling, turning over the recent conversation with her father in her mind. As always, it opened with his latest successthis time he described in detail how cleverly he had handled negotiations with clients. Then came his plans, the obstacles he faced at work and how no one appreciated his efforts. An hour and a half of uninterrupted talkEmily had even noted the time mentally so she could mention it later to her mother.
When she tried to mention her school mathematics competition, her father merely nodded vaguely and steered the subject back to his own affairs. Good for you, of course, but at my age I already and off he went again with tales of his achievements.
The girl gave a small shrug, brushing the memories aside. She had grown used to this pattern long ago. For as long as Emily could recall, Dad had been absorbed only in himself. The rest of the family existed at the edge of his attentionvalued, yet never important enough to draw focus from the central figure: himself.
Every conversation inevitably circled back to him and his concerns. If Mum mentioned feeling tired, he launched straight into how demanding his own job was. If Emily spoke of troubles with friends, Dad found a way to pivot to his own schooldays, which were naturally far more exciting. Other peoples worries simply did not register with him; he dismissed them as trivial.
Emily still could not fathom how her mother had lasted fifteen years beside such a man. He was utterly fixated on his own brilliant self! Perhaps Mum had stayed only for her sake, unwilling to let her daughter grow up without a father. As a child, Emily had truly believed that one day Dad would change and begin to notice them, to care about their lives Yet the years passed unchanged. Only after the divorce did she realise, with surprise, how much calmer life felt without him. No one seized every ounce of attention, treating others concerns as minor.
And why must I rush to find a partner? Annas voice came out sharper than she had intended. You said itso what?
You see, when Dad heard that, he changed completely! Emily winced and clutched one of the cushions to her chest. He went pale, then red, and started shouting so loudly the neighbour rushed over! To be honest, I was a little frightened.
She fell silent for a moment, recalling the scene: her fathers unusually high, cracking voice, his clenched fists, his darting eyes. He had looked ready to explode from the feelings surging through him.
He demanded I give the mans name and describe him in every detail, Emily went on, twisting the cushions edge. I refused and told him youd asked me not to say anything, especially not to him I wouldnt be surprised if he rings you soon and makes a fuss.
Anna turned slowly, leaned against the windowsill and studied her daughter. An interesting day lay ahead She could easily picture Marks level of outrage Well done, daughter.
Anna sat beside Emily on the sofa and sighed, drawing her close. There was nothing to be done now. The words had been spoken and could not be unsaid.
Why invent this? she asked quietly, rocking Emily gently. We were managing fine! Now Ill have to hear his rants and complaints all over again. I almost wanted to switch off the phone.
Emily eased herself free, sat upright and met her mothers eyes with serious conviction.
Because youre wonderful! she declared firmly. Youre attractive, clever, you have plenty of friends and men notice you! Do you think I dont see it? Dad always says horrible things about you! Ive had enough!
Anna stroked her daughters hair softly, running her fingers through the fine strands. Tenderness and a touch of uncertainty showed in her expression.
I understand, love, I do, she said gently. Truthfully, I thought you might not want me to start a serious relationship yet. Its only been six months since the divorce from your father.
The words were not easy. Deep down she worried her daughter might view a new romance as betrayal or an attempt to replace her father. Anna searched Emilys face for any sign of displeasure.
Rubbish! Emily huffed, her voice carrying such honest resolve that Anna smiled despite herself. What matters is that youre happy!
The girl folded her arms, smiling at her mother. In that moment she looked remarkably grown-upthoughtful beyond her years and ready to defend her view.
Anna kept watching her daughter, and the worry in her heart began to ease. Emily spoke with such assurance that doubts started to fade. Perhaps she had been dwelling too much on the past and fearing what lay ahead?
Youre a clever girl, Anna said softly, pulling her daughter close again. Thank you for looking after me.
Emily nestled against her, settling comfortably at her side. At that moment both felt the bond between them grow warmer and steadieras though their small family, despite everything, was growing stronger each day.
Anna sat at her desk, struggling to concentrate on the report. The lines swam before her eyes and a dull ache throbbed at her temples; what had been a faint hint that morning had swelled to an intolerable level by midday. She rubbed her temples wearily, hoping for a little relief. The motions were slow and automaticshe had performed them dozens of times already.
After a few minutes thought she asked a colleague to pop into the chemists, only a two-minute walk from the office. Back with the tablets, Anna washed them down with water from the jug and tried once more to read the papers. No use. Her head felt stuffed with lead and every soundthe tap of keyboards, the whirr of the air conditioning, distant voices in the corridorstruck her like a sharp wave.
The security guard appeared at the door just then. His manner was polite, yet his eyes held a trace of caution.
Anna, you have a visitor, he said, easing the door open. Your former husband is insisting on seeing you. Will you go down, or shall we ask him to leave?
Anna went still. A surge of irritation mixed with tiredness rose inside her. She drew a long breath, keeping her outward composure.
Ill come down now. Sorry for the trouble, she answered, rising from her chair.
She cursed inwardly. What dreadful timing! The day was already difficult, her head pounded and now Mark had turned up unannounced. Why had he not telephoned? Why appear at the office, surrounded by strangers? Had he planned to create a scene on the premises?
She made her way to the exit without hurryingsudden movements only sharpened the pain. The corridor bustled: colleagues hurried on errands, someone laughed by the coffee machine, others discussed a project at the noticeboard. Anna passed them, feeling tension knot her shoulders.
In the lobby she spotted Mark at once. He paced back and forth, approaching the reception desk then retreating. His gestures were jerky; he waved his arms while arguing with the guards, his voice rising now and then. The security staff looked politely displeased: they stayed civil but clearly prepared for firmer action if matters slipped out of hand.
What do you want? Anna asked directly, stepping nearer. Her voice stayed level though irritation mounted inside. What performance are you staging? Fancy a closer acquaintance with the police? I can arrange it.
Mark spun at the sound of her voice. His face flushed, his eyes alight with some fierce emotionanger or agitation. He lunged forward, jabbing a finger at her as though she had committed a crime.
You! he shouted. You! Emily told me everything! Only six months after the divorce and youve already found a new man?
Disbelief, hurt and plain jealousy coloured his tone. He had clung to the hope that his daughter was mistaken or teasing him. Now, facing Annas calm expression, he realised it was no jest.
Anna arched her brows in surprise and tilted her head slightly. She remained relaxed, yet a cold light entered her eyes.
Am I meant to stay faithful to you for ever? she replied evenly. Even after the divorce? You expect rather a lot, dear. Especially since you never treated fidelity as a necessary virtue while we were married.
Mark froze, uncertain how to respond. His outstretched hand slowly fell. Confusion flickered across his facehe had not anticipated such a composed, assured reply.
People continued moving through the lobby: staff, visitors, messengers. Some glanced curiously their way; others looked aside. For Mark and Anna the world shrank briefly to the space between them, thick with old grievances, unspoken reproaches and a new reality Mark found hard to accept.
You youre simply he managed at last, but Anna cut him short.
Lets not turn this into a scene, Mark, she said, her voice softening yet remaining firm. If you need to talk, we can do so calmly. Just not here and not like this.
Scene? Ill show you a scene!
Marks voice rose to a near-shout that echoed through the large lobby. Crimson patches spread over his face, veins stood out on his neck and his fists opened and closed with nervous strain. He stepped forward, then back, as though unsure how best to deliver his threat.
I wont have my daughter living under the same roof as some stranger! he yelled, heedless of the attention he drew. Ill take Emily away from you! Youll never see her again! You
His words rang sharp and almost hysterical, yet Anna merely lifted an eyebrow, her face showing calm detachment. Take her daughter? She would like to see him try! Any court would support her.
Finished? Quite the performer, she observed in an even, faintly mocking tone. Straight from the circus.
What is happening here?
Mark broke off and whirled toward the unfamiliar voice. In the doorway to the lobby stood a man in a smart dark-blue suit. His posture was relaxed yet assured, his gaze steady and attentive. The guards, who had been trying to restrain Mark discreetly, straightened at onceclearly this was someone of importance in the firm.
Stay out of it! Mark snapped, shooting the newcomer an irritated look. His face still blazed with anger and his voice carried open hostility. This is private; its none of your concern.
The man did not rush his reply. He walked forward slowly, stopping a short distance away so he could see both of them. A slight smile played on his lips, which only irritated Mark further.
Private is when you speak with your wife alone, he said at length. When you stage a row in a public place it ceases to be private and becomes everyones business.
Anna watched in silence, sensing the tension thicken almost visibly. She had not expected David Harrington to appear, yet his intervention, though sudden, felt fittingit at least broke Marks usual pattern of threats and shouting.
Mark advanced a step toward the man, plainly ready to retort sharply, but David did not flinch. His expression stayed calm, almost detached, as though he dealt regularly with far more heated opponents.
Who are you to lecture me? Mark growled, clinging to the last of his self-control. Poking your nose where it doesnt belong!
David Harrington moved forward with quiet confidence. He reached Anna, who still stood slightly dazed, and placed an arm around her waist in a clear, unmistakable gesture.
Who am I? he asked in a level, almost ordinary voice, yet the cold resolve in it made even Mark step back. Im the man who makes Anna happy. You think you can shout at my woman and Ill overlook it? A visit to the police will be the least of your worriesIll see to it you have far more trouble than you can manage. And if you try to use your daughter as leverage I believe you understand.
Mark stood motionless. The flush of anger drained from his face, leaving it pale. He looked from David to Anna, struggling to grasp that control had slipped away. Confusion crossed his featureshe had not foreseen so assured and unflappable an adversary.
For several minutes he remained silent, clenching and unclenching his fists as though fighting the urge to speak sharply. No words came, whether from the sheer certainty in Davids tone or the realisation that his usual tactics would fail.
At last he grimaced, muttered something indistinct and spun on his heel. His stride, once forceful, now looked stiff, as if he were forcing himself to keep what dignity remained. Before exiting the lobby he glanced back and called over his shoulder:
You can forget about any maintenance!
I dont need it, Anna retorted once he had gone. Her voice was light, almost amused, yet carried real relief. At least Emily wont have to visit her father any longer!
A moment later she noticed Davids warm, steady hand still resting on her waist. The simple yet significant touch brought a faint flush to her cheeks. She lowered her gaze, stepped back carefully and tried to make the movement seem natural.
With a small, slightly flustered smile she turned to her unexpected rescuer.
Thank you so much, David. You cant imagine how much youve helped.
Her words were sincere, without any false note. She felt deep gratitudenot only for his intervention but for the calm assurance with which he had done it.
He smiled faintly, his eyes warming briefly.
Shall we talk about it over lunch? he suggested, offering his hand.
Anna hesitated a second, weighing the invitation. The usual doubts surfacedis it too soon, will it seem rash? Yet she pushed them aside almost at once. David had been courteous and respectful; she genuinely wanted to speak with him away from the bustle and prying eyes.
Curiosity stirred as well: who he truly was, why he had stepped in, what lay behind that steady confidence.
Of course, she answered, slipping her hand into his.
The contact proved surprisingly pleasantfirm and reassuring without any pressure. Anna felt the tension that had gripped her since Marks arrival begin to ease, replaced by a light flutter of excitement and even pleasant anticipation.
Later, at a quiet table in a small restaurant near the office, the conversation grew easier. Soft lighting, gentle music and the scent of fresh bread created a comfortable setting.
In the course of easy talk she learned that her rescuer had felt tender affection for her for some time. He spoke of it plainly, without grand gestures or elaborate wordssimply as something natural that had been growing within him but had found no outlet.
I waited a long while before approaching, he admitted, stirring his coffee. You always seemed so focused and serious I knew you were going through a hard time after the divorce and I didnt want to press you or appear pushy.
Anna listened without interrupting. There was no arrogance or self-satisfaction in his words, only sincerity and respect for her privacy.
And today, when I saw that man shouting at you David frowned. I simply couldnt stay out of it.
Anna could not help a gentle smile. So that explained it! She had noticed the bosss glances before but had read them wrongly. David had appealed to her, yet the difference in their positions had kept her from ever making the first move.
Three months after the tense episode at the office, Anna and David were married. The wedding was splendid; he made every one of Annas wishes come true.
Emily was genuinely delighted for her mother. On the wedding day she helped Anna prepare, checking that every detailfrom hairstyle to the final buttonwas perfect. When the couple exchanged rings, the girl smiled and embraced them both.
Im so happy for you both, she whispered, her eyes bright with real joy.
Yet Emily also made it clear she was not yet ready to call David Dad.
I like you, David, she told him one evening when the three of them were alone. And Im glad Mum isnt on her own. But Dad whatever hes like, I already have one.
David nodded without resentment.
I understand, Emily. Thats only right. The important thing is that were together now.
Mark received an invitation toomore in irony than sincerity. Anna had wavered about sending it but decided in the end to let him know her life continued without him. She posted the card alone, with no letter, simply the date, time and address.
As expected, Mark did not attend. The mere idea of going filled him with a mix of irritation and bitter resentment. Instead he found another outlet for his discontent: he began telephoning old acquaintances.
The first call came the day after the invitation arrived. He kept his voice deliberately steady, yet strain showed in every word.
Can you believe she invited me to her wedding! he burst out before the other person had finished greeting him. After everything!
The friendan old university acquaintancepolitely asked what Mark found so outrageous. He merely dismissed the question.
How could she do that? Humiliate me like this!
The same conversation repeated over the following days. Mark rang number after number, each call beginning with the same indignant line about the invitation. He seemed to seek confirmation of his rightness, hoping someone would agree it was appalling.
The listeners stayed restrained. Some nodded sympathetically, others offered neutral remarks such as Everyone has their own life, and a few stayed silent, unsure what to say. The more Mark repeated his tale, the more clearly he heard how unconvincing his arguments sounded.
He then insisted Anna had rushed into the new marriage:
Only six months! How can anyone find real love so quickly? Shes just running away from reality, trying to forget me!
He switched topics abruptly:
She never gave me a chance to put things right! If wed talked, I could have
He left unfinished what he might have achievedwinning her back, changing himself, starting afresh.
At times his complaints took an odd turn:
I did so much for her, yet she never even thanked me. She simply left and took my daughter too!
These charges of ingratitude rang especially hollow. Listeners exchanged looks and shrugged; one or two observed quietly:
Why should she thank you? You were marriedits only natural.
Mark fell silent, annoyance rising. He saw his words were not producing the outrage he wanted. No one shared his anger or called Anna flighty or improper. Instead they seemed to accept that she had every right to move onand that only angered him more.
Tired at last of pointless calls, Mark stopped ringing people. He sat in his flat, looking at the small reminders of Annaa forgotten clip on a shelf, an old photo album in the cupboard, a few dresses that no longer fittedand understood that life simply continued, whether he wished it or not. He had yet to find his own place in this changed world.
In the end, weary of the fruitless conversations, Mark fell silent. Meanwhile Anna, David and Emily continued their days togethersteady and unhurried, filled with ordinary pleasures such as shared meals, weekend strolls and light-hearted debates over which film to watch. In time Anna discovered that the courage to release the past opens the door to genuine happiness, and that the strongest families are those built on mutual respect and the willingness to embrace new beginnings rather than cling to old grievances.
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