Having left his wife penniless after the divorce, Anton rubbed his hands with satisfaction. And three years later, when he accidentally ran into his ex, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

Anton always considered himself his own boss. Anton was occupied with business while others studied textbooks. Sometimes he sold automobiles, sometimes he ordered computers. This is when he met Albina. She studied a foreign language as a lowly honor student.

They fell in love. Then they married. Dimka, their firstborn, arrived soon. Albina really embraced parenting. A daughter, Lenochka, came two years later. Caregiving for two kids consumed her time and energy. Albina desired a babysitter.

Anton declined.
Mothers should care for children. Anton mentioned his company development was his priority. He bought himself a huge TV, automobile, or went out with buddies. Albina needed a hairdryer, and her husband insisted her old one was OK.

Time passed. The kids grew up and began school. Albina became lonely and exhausted. Anton would pretend he was busy when Albina asked him to attend, but he always met with his buddies.

— We’d better get divorce, — Anton blurted out. — I’m tired of this whole family game. I have my own life. And I need freedom.

— Break up? — Albina said. — What about the children? What about me?

— Well, you’ll be fine, — Anton shrugged. — You’re a mother, after all. You’ll handle somehow.

That very evening, Anton moved out, pick up all his things. Albina couldn’t believe that her comfortable life had destr0yed overnight. She began to find a job. She had to leave the children with a neighbor.

With great difficulty, she handled to get a job as a cleaner at a shopping mall.
It wasn’t the job Albina had wanted, She had to take on extra shifts at night. Albina was ripped between work and home. And then she would be busted in the evenings.

— Mommy, why are you always at work? — little Lena asked. — I miss you so much.

— I’m sorry, sweetheart, — Albina sighed. — I need to earn money to buy us food and clothes.

— And what about Daddy? He earns a lot. Why doesn’t he help us?

Albina didn’t know what to say. Anton had seemingly disappeared from their lives.

Albina barely controlled to get time off from work and went to the office. There, she was in for a sh0ck. It happened that grandfather had been quietly buying shares of various companies throughout his life. And now he had left his entire inheritance to his beloved granddaughter.

Albina couldn’t believe her ears.

She remembered how grandfather always said, “Save your pennies, granddaughter. They’ll come in handy someday.” Now shae understood it.

Albina decided to use the money shrewdly.
She entered in professional development courses to return to her field. And part of the funds was invested in a small business. She opened a café in their neighborhood.

She was happy in working in the dining area sometimes—it helps her feel better the café’s atmosphere and chat with the patrons.

Albina naturally turned to welcome the new guests—and froze. He is Anton. Next to him was a young, striking blonde. She approached the table the couple had chosen.

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— Good afternoon. What would you like to order? — Albina said.

Anton looked up from the menu and stared at his ex-wife in sh0ck:

— Albina? Are you working here as a waitress?

— Yes, I work here, — the woman replied calmly. — So, what will you have?

— Two cappuccinos and croissants, — Anton said. — Look at you, down on your luck. I thought you were still working as a cleaner. – he smirked.

— Your order will be ready in a few minutes, — she said.

When Albina brought the order, Anton couldn’t continue commenting again:
— You’re doing pretty well. Maybe serving coffee really is your calling?

Albina said nothing.

— Albina! How are you? So, shall we discuss our proposal? Are you free now?

Albina smiled:

— Well, as you can see, I’m working a bit on the side.

The second man laughed.

— You, as usual. In your situation, everyone is in offices, and here you are, out among the people.

Albina said:

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— Enjoy your meal.

Anton sat there, mouth agape.

— So you’re the owner? — he finally managed to ask.

Albina smiled:

— Yes, this is my cafe’. Enjoy. If you need anything, you can ask the waitress Lena.

And Albina came into the office. She could experience her ex-husband’s surprised gaze on her back. It was obvious that she had finally let go of the past.