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Сергей женился на Анастасии, чтобы отомстить своей бывшей возлюбленной. Ему хотелось доказать, что её предательство не сломало его. Со Светланой они встречались почти три года. Его чувства к ней лишали разума: он был готов бросить весь мир к её ногам, лишь бы видеть её улыбку. Сергей мечтал о свадьбе, но Света охлаждала его пыл: «Зачем спешить? Я ещё не закончила институт, у тебя бизнес еле на плаву. Ни машины, ни своего жилья. Жить с твоей сестрой в одной двушке? Нет уж, я не собираюсь делить кухню с Катей, хоть она и подруга».

Её слова ранили, но Сергей видел в них правду. Они с сестрой ютились в родительской квартире в Екатеринбурге, а семейное дело, доставшееся после смерти родителей, едва сводил концы с концами. Университет пришлось бросить, чтобы спасти бизнес. Дачу продали вместе с Катей — дело было важнее. За полгода долги только росли, оба были студентами: он — на пятом курсе, Катя — на втором. Вырученные деньги закрыли долги, закупили товар для магазина и оставили небольшую подушку. Но Света жила сегодняшним днём, не желая ждать. Её родители обеспечивали ей беззаботную жизнь, а Сергей, став главой семьи, смотрел на вещи иначе. Он верил: всё наладится, будет и дом, и машина.

Беда пришла неожиданно. Сергей ждал Свету у кинотеатра, как они и договорились. Она попросила не заезжать за ней, что было странно — Света ненавидела общественный транспорт. Он высматривал её в толпе, а она подъехала на новеньком внедорожнике. «Прости, мы расстаёмся. Я выхожу замуж», — бросила она, сунув ему в руки какую-то книгу, и скрылась в машине. Сергей застыл как вкопанный. Что могло измениться за два дня его отъезда?

Катя, увидев брата, сразу всё поняла: «Узнал?» — «Кивнул», — буркнул он. «Нашла себе толстосума. Свадьба двадцать восьмого. Меня звала в подруги невесты, я отказалась. Тварь! За твоей спиной романы крутила», — Катя разрыдалась от злости за брата. «Успокойся», — обнял её Сергей. «Пусть у неё будет всё, а у нас — лучше».

Он заперся в комнате на целый день. Катя стучалась: «Хоть поешь, я блины напекла». К вечеру Сергей вышел, глаза горели: «Собирайся». — «Что задумал?» — «Женюсь на первой, кто согласится». Катя пыталась образумить: «Ты с ума сошёл? Ты ломаешь не только свою жизнь!» Но он был непреклонен: «Не пойдёшь — пойду один».

В парке гуляло много людей. Одна девушка, услышав предложение, рассмеялась, другая испуганно отшатнулась, третья, посмотрев ему в глаза, сказала: «Да». — «Как зовут, красавица?» — «Анастасия», — ответила она. Сергей поволок её с сестрой в кафе отмечать «помолвку». За столом витала неловкость. Катя молчала, Сергей кипел мыслями о мести. Он решил: его свадьба будет в тот же день, что и у Светы.

«Есть причина, по которой ты предложил руку и сердце незнакомке?» — тихо спросила Анастасия. «Если это порыв, я уйду, не обижусь». — «Нет, ты дала слово. Завтра подаём заявление и едем к твоим родителям», — отрезал Сергей и подмигнул: «Давай на «ты»!»

Месяц до свадьбы они виделись каждый день, узнавая друг друга. «Объясни, зачем?» — спросила однажды Анастасия. «У всех свои тайны», — уклонился он. «А ты зачем согласилась?» — «Представила себя Василисой, которую за первого встречного выдают. В сказках так начинается счастье. Захотелось проверить».

На деле всё было сложнее. Анастасия пережила разбитое сердце и потеряла скромные сбережения. Это научило её разбираться в людях. Подхалимов отшивала на раз. Искать «того самого» не стремилась, но хотела умного, сильного мужчину. В Сергее она увидела твёрдость и целеустремлённость. Если бы он был с друзьями, а не с сестрой, она бы прошла мимо.

«Какая ты Василиса? Премудрая или Прекрасная?» — задумчиво спросил Сергей. «Поцелуй — узнаешь», — шутливо парировала Анастасия. Но поцелуев не было. Сергей сам организовывал свадьбу, Анастасия лишь выбирала из предложенного. Даже платье он купил сам, повторяя: «Ты будешь самой красивой».

В ЗАГСе они столкнулись со Светой и её женихом. Сергей натянул улыбку: «Поздравляю», — чмокнул бывшую в щёку. «Будь счастлива со своим олигархом». — «Не устраивай цирк», — огрызнулась Света. Она окинула Анастасию взглядом: статная, с гордой осанкой. Света почувствовала себя проигравшей. Ревность грызла душу, счастье ускользало, будто она сделала неверную ставку.

«Всё нормально», — фальшиво бросил Сергей Анастасии. «Ещё не поздно передумать», — прошептала она. «Нет, доиграем до конца», — отрезал он. Но в зале, глядя в печальные глаза своей новой жены, он вдруг осознал, какую боль причинил. «Я сделаю тебя счастливой», — пообещал он, и сам поверил в эти слова.

Началась семейная жизнь. Катя и Анастасия быстро подружились, став опорой друг другу. Вспыльчивая Катя училась сдержанности, а Анастасия, с даром экономиста, навела порядок в делах. За год открыли второй магазин, затем — бригаду строителей. Бизнес рос, прибыль утроилась. Анастасия умела подать идеи так, что Сергей считал их своими. Казалось, живи и радуйся, но его душа тосковала. Не было того огня, что пылал со Светой. Всё было ровно, буднично. «Рутина, — думал он. — Я не люблю её, вот и всё».

Анастасия вывела бизнес на новый уровень — начали строить дома под ключ. Первым возвели особняк для себя. Чем успешнее шли дела, тем чаще Сергей вспоминал Свету: «Не дождалась. Видала бы мою машину, мой дом!» Мысль «а вдруг…» всё чаще закрадывалась в голову. Анастасия видела, как муж угасает. Она старалась стать любимой, но сердце не обманешь. «Не всем сказкам суждено сбыться», — горьИ только когда он потерял её навсегда, он понял, что настоящая любовь была с ним всё это время.

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