Anton stood at the door of the hall where the wedding was taking place, watching the guests having fun with a slight smile. Music, clinking glasses, laughter. Everything was going perfectly.

Ekaterina was dancing with her girlfriends, her dress flowing like river foam, and Anton couldn’t help but be proud that she was his wife. Or almost his wife. He glanced at his watch.

She had been out of sight for ten minutes now. At first, it didn’t cause concern, a noisy celebration, guests, fuss. But when the waiter approached him with confusion in his eyes and quietly whispered, “Sorry, but it seems your bride is in the toilet with a man,” Anton froze.

The silence in his head became deafening for a moment. He couldn’t believe he heard it. With difficulty holding back the trembling in his hands, he headed towards the toilet.

Halfway there, Ekaterina’s friend stopped him, “Anton, where are you going? Is everything okay?” Her voice sounded worried, but he just waved it off. Approaching the door, he heard a faint rustling, muffled voices.

His heart sank. No, it couldn’t be. But something inside told him that the waiter was right.

Without thinking, Anton abruptly opened the door, and his world collapsed. Ekaterina, pressed against the wall, was passionately kissing Alexey, her ex. Their bodies were so close that no light would pass between them.

For the first seconds, they didn’t even notice Anton. What the, his voice was trembling with anger. They turned around.

Ekaterina’s face instantly turned pale. “Anton! This is not what you are!” she began, but her words were drowned out by Anton’s furious gaze. Alexey took a step forward, trying to look calm.

“Man, let’s sort this out calmly,” but the words only added fuel to the fire. Anton grabbed him by the collar and threw him out of the booth with force. Alexey, although he was big, did not have time to prepare…