“You think this makes you better than me?” she muttered. I smiled softly. “No, Margaret.
It means Anna matters more.”
For the rest of the night, she stayed silent. Guests began approaching me, curious, respectful, asking about my company. But I didn’t boast.
I only wanted Anna to have her happy ending. Later, as I slipped out, a text appeared from my senior manager: You could’ve destroyed her tonight. Why didn’t you?
I replied: Because vengeance satisfies — but love redeems. Margaret would go home knowing exactly how close she came to disaster. That was enough.
I replied: Because vengeance satisfies — but love redeems. Margaret would go home knowing exactly how close she came to disaster. That was enough.
Anna would remember a night saved, not ruined. And I — I would carry the quiet peace of knowing I finally stood in my truth, not for revenge, but for love. Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events.
Names, characters, and details have been altered. Any resemblance is coincidental. The author and publisher disclaim accuracy, liability, and responsibility for interpretations or reliance.
All images are for illustration purposes only.
