Determined to get revenge on his unfaithful wife, the millionaire went to a beauty pageant—at the entrance, he saw contestants offending a young janitor: «What’s that, a mop instead of a pole?» He leaned in and whispered, «Save your tears, follow me…»

Paul Harrison ascended the marble steps of his mansion in Beverly Hills, anticipating the long-awaited reunion with his beloved wife. In his hands, he held a bouquet of red roses, Sophia’s favorite flowers. Today marked exactly five years since he first saw her in an art gallery and lost his head over her beauty.

Back then, she seemed to him like a muse, the embodiment of femininity and refinement. Long chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders, and brown eyes radiated such depth that Paul was ready to drown in them forever. He pursued her for a full six months, showering her with expensive gifts, inviting her to the best restaurants, organizing romantic trips around the world.

Sophia resisted for a long time, as if testing the seriousness of his intentions. She came from a good family, but her not-wealthy father worked as a doctor, her mother taught at a university. They lived modestly but decently.

Sophia had dreamed since childhood of a different life—luxurious, vibrant, full of admiring glances. In her youth, she participated in local beauty pageants, but never advanced beyond third place. This painfully wounded her pride.

She saw girls less beautiful than her, but luckier, and couldn’t understand the reason for her failures. When Paul began courting her, Sophia initially didn’t take him seriously. He was eight years older, already a successful businessman, but he looked too proper, too decent.

Not the type of men who usually caught her attention, but gradually she appreciated his qualities. Paul was not just rich; he was smart, gallant, attentive. He listened to her dreams and didn’t laugh at them.

Moreover, he promised to help make them come true. «You could become an international model,» he said. «You have all the necessary beauty, grace, charisma.»

«But I’m not that young anymore to start a modeling career,» Sophia replied. «I’m 24. In our time, that’s no obstacle.

The main thing is desire and the right support.» It was precisely these conversations that tipped the scales. Sophia realized that Paul could give her the life she dreamed of.

Not just luxury, but opportunities for self-realization. Their wedding became the event of the year in high society. Paul spared no expense, renting a historic mansion, hiring the best florists, ordering a dress from a famous designer.

Sophia was the center of attention, just as she had dreamed her whole life. The first two years of marriage were happy. Paul helped Sophia build a career in the modeling business.

He hired the best photographers, arranged several photoshoots for glossy magazines, even organized participation in a few fashion shows. But success didn’t come. Sophia got small gigs, but there was no talk of a serious career.

Agents politely refused, explaining that there were no suitable projects at the moment. In reality, the reason was simpler: Sophia, for all her beauty, lacked that special charisma needed for success in the modeling business. Gradually, the dream turned into disappointment, and disappointment into bitterness.

Sophia began blaming everyone around her for the failures. Photographers who couldn’t capture her beauty, agents who didn’t understand her potential, and even Paul, who, in her opinion, wasn’t trying hard enough. «You could buy a modeling agency,» she said.

«Then everything would be different.» «Sophia, success can’t be bought,» Paul replied. «It has to be earned.»

«Easy to say when you already have everything.» These conversations became more frequent and aggressive. Sophia felt like a failure, and it ate away at her from the inside.

She began suspecting that Paul secretly laughed at her failures, though he never gave any reason for it. And then Brandon Cole appeared in their lives. Paul had met Brandon back in college, and they quickly became best friends.

Brandon was the complete opposite of Paul: impulsive, charismatic, a bit frivolous. He knew how to have fun and make others do the same. After college, their paths diverged.

Paul built his business, while Brandon tried himself in various fields, opening a restaurant, launching a startup, attempting to become a music producer. Nothing worked out, but Brandon didn’t despair. When Paul got married, he invited Brandon to be the best man.

He enthusiastically agreed and made a real splash at the wedding; his toast was the wittiest and most touching at the same time. «Paul was always the smartest of us,» Brandon said, raising his glass. «But today he proved he’s also the luckiest.

Sophia, you’re beautiful as a goddess!» Sophia blossomed from his compliments. Brandon knew how to talk to women, how to charm them. Unlike Paul, who was gallant but reserved, Brandon was expressive and emotional.

After the wedding, Brandon became a frequent guest in the Harrison home. Paul was glad to see his old friend, and Sophia… Sophia began looking at Brandon in a special way. He understood her disappointment, sympathized with her failures in the modeling business.

Moreover, he suggested alternatives. «You could take up acting,» he said. «Or become a TV host.»

«You have great qualities.» «But Paul says that’s not serious.» «Paul is too conservative.

He doesn’t understand creative natures.» Gradually, an emotional connection formed between Sophia and Brandon. At first, they just talked a lot about life, dreams, disappointments…