“That woman… is the philanthropist who saved my life in a road accident in Cebu three years ago. If she hadn’t jumped into the cold water to pull me up, I wouldn’t be standing here today.”
The guests gasped in surprise. I was stunned.
Mr. Mang Delfin said emotionally:
“Not only that, she’s also the co-founder of the charity fund I’m sponsoring. After her marriage broke up, she quietly stepped back, handed over all her wealth to her ex-husband, and then began doing manual labor to support her elderly mother and young child.”
His words were like a thunderbolt. I looked at Mila. She stood there, tears in her eyes, but she bowed her head, politely continuing her work as if nothing had happened.
The guests began whispering:
My God, I never expected her to be such a noble woman.
And how could Ricardo dare to laugh at her?
My face heated up, sweat pouring. Pride instantly turned to humiliation. What I once considered a “victory” turned out to be nothing but pettiness and selfishness.
The woman I had abandoned and despised was the benefactor of the most important partner in my life—and the one respected in society.
At that moment, all the music and laughter in the hall seemed to fade away. My soul went cold as I realized: the happiness I have today doesn’t make me noble. It’s my cruelty and arrogance that makes me the lowest person in that glittering room.
I was about to approach Mila, to apologize. But my feet were heavy. She just looked at me, her eyes calm, then turned away.
At that moment, I realized that I had lost something priceless forever — not just a wife, but a woman with a kind heart, whom I would never meet again in my life.