I don’t need grandkids from some small-town girl! The rich man kicked out his son upon learning his fiancée from the countryside is expecting triplets! Three years later, he came to mock him and was STUNNED by what he saw…

So, I went to the trainer, we danced and… I don’t know how it happened. You’ll probably laugh. Anyway, I fell and broke my leg…

I’m in the hospital now. They took an X-ray and imagine, such a complex fracture. Need surgery.

They’ll assemble the bone piece by piece, insert a plate. You’ll have to take care of me for a while. Of course, the wedding will have to be postponed, what can you do.

Can’t bring me to the celebration on a stretcher. Need to postpone at least a year, or better right away two, so by then I’ll definitely walk well and not limp. Forgive me, but I don’t want to be at the wedding with a cane.

After all, everything should be perfect for us. Wedding is once in a lifetime.» He kept talking and talking, and I listened to him and with horror realized that the woman at the party told the truth.

«I know everything.» I interrupted his stream of words. «Ah you beast, deceiver, liar! You’re married.

Why are you messing with my head?» He immediately hung up and blocked me everywhere possible. And an hour later, security came and demanded I leave our apartment, threatening to call the police. I had to pack my things in front of them, and they watched closely so I didn’t take anything valuable.

That same evening, I found out the address of his mansion and showed up at his home. I pushed through security, entered the house, and found Victor with his wife peacefully dining at the table. Of course, no leg was broken.

How his eyes bulged when he saw me. How convincingly he shouted that he was seeing me for the first time and that I was a crazy woman who burst into their home with unknown intent. But before the guard could drag me out the door, I managed to tell his wife everything.

About the wedding that cost millions from the family budget, about his secret four-room apartment, and about three years of our relationship. I know they had a big scandal, but no divorce happened, he spun some yarn and she forgave him. I tried to get revenge on Victor as I could.

I publicized this story and even wanted to sue for fraud, but they explained that suing him requires money I couldn’t save in a lifetime. In despair, I scratched and tried to set fire to his favorite car to hurt him somehow. They took me to the police and made it clear that if I poison the life of such an influential person, it would end badly not for him, but for me.

I had to return to my hometown in shame and explain to everyone why the wedding wouldn’t happen. After all, invitations had been sent long ago and people were eagerly awaiting the promised party. Everyone laughed at me, pointed fingers on the street, retold my story each in their own way.

In grief, I married my neighbor Mike, a loser no one else wanted. All the normal guys my age had been taken long ago. I hoped it would help smooth over that story in memory faster, but it didn’t happen.

They teased me for a long time, and I hated my ex more and more. And when two years later I gave birth to a daughter, a plan matured in me. If I couldn’t revenge that family myself, I’d dedicate my daughter’s life to it.

I raised Angela in hatred of this man and prepared her to fulfill the most important mission in her life. She had to marry Victor’s son by any means, then ruin, trample, destroy their family to smithereens, leave the husband and, most importantly, the father-in-law without their last pants. So after the divorce, they’d have to beg on the street.

To fall from the very top to the very bottom. That’s how much I hated this man. In general, I hate him now too.

At 18, I sent Angela to the city, telling her not to return until she married Alex. This time I prepared, made inquiries, and knew for sure he wasn’t married yet. Angela enrolled in the same university as him.

She’s a beauty, all like me, and managed to attract him. Made eyes, swayed hips. He ran after her like a puppy.

I was so proud of her. Thought just a little more and I’d see justice restored. And then hell broke loose…

I didn’t understand right away, but this fool fell in love with Alex and switched to his side. When she got pregnant, I didn’t know yet and at first was glad. Thought, good job daughter, clever idea, push him to the altar with the belly.

When I learned it was triplets, I wasn’t upset at first either. With three kids, we’ll ruin them faster and send them to the poorhouse. That’s what I thought. But when she brought her hubby to our home and declared they weren’t leaving, I realized something wasn’t going to plan.

No matter how much I begged her to convince her husband to reconcile with his father and return to the city, Angela was adamant. I even tried to kick them out of the house. Then Mike rebelled.

Says the house is mine, I’m the owner, let them live as long as they want. And I didn’t try so hard, prepare, to change diapers for his grandkids instead of revenge. I didn’t dream for twenty years to trample him in the dirt to see his son in my house every day…