As soon as Oleg stepped into the living room, he announced, “Mom, we need to talk. I have something important to tell you.”
Alina Ivanovna didn’t look up from the television. “What is it this time? You look so serious, it’s unnerving.”
“I’m getting married. Her name is Vika. We’ve registered already. The wedding is soon.”
Alina spun around, shocked, gripping the remote tightly. “Well, you sure know how to surprise me,” she scoffed, turning off the TV. “Who’s this Vika?”
“Please don’t be sarcastic,” Oleg said. “We’ve been together for six months. She’s kind, loving — I truly care about her.”
“Six months? And you kept this from me?” she snapped. “Now you expect me to welcome her with open arms?”
“That’s why I hesitated. You always judge based on status and wealth, not on who someone really is.”
“We have a reputation, Oleg,” she said coldly. “You’re nearly thirty. You should know better than to ruin your life with a mistake.”
“Mom, Vika’s from the countryside. She’s real. She hasn’t asked me for anything — not a cent. She’s genuine.”
Alina’s expression turned grim.
“So, a village girl? You’re throwing away everything — your future, your education — for someone who probably milks cows on weekends?”
“This is my decision. I’m marrying her with or without your blessing.”
He left, and Alina stared after him in silence.
Later that evening, Alina vented to her friend Katya. “He’s marrying a girl from the provinces! Worked at a coffee shop. Can you believe it?”
Katya shrugged. “Maybe she’s a good girl.”
“They’re all after one thing — a life in the city. I won’t let her trap him.”
Then she remembered Svetlana Petrova, who had once hired a girl to seduce her son’s girlfriend to sabotage their relationship. Inspired, Alina reached out to Svetlana, who gave her a contact.
A few days later, Alina met Angelina — stylish, poised, and confident.
“My son’s being manipulated,” Alina said. “I need you to distract him. I’ll pay well.”
Angelina agreed. Soon, staged photos of her and Oleg — hugging, a kiss on the cheek — were sent to Alina.
With that, Alina called her son. “Olezhek, I’ve thought it over. I want to meet Vika.”
Surprised, Oleg agreed enthusiastically. As they drove, the atmosphere in the car was warm, filled with memories and laughter. Alina started to feel hopeful — maybe things weren’t so bad.
But when the road turned bumpy and the village came into view, her doubts returned. “This is where she lives? You want to build a life here?”
“Yes,” Oleg smiled. “It’s quiet, clean, and Vika makes it feel like home.”
To Alina’s surprise, Vika’s house was charming — carved window frames, flowers, and neat paths. Inside, the warmth was palpable — a cozy living room, the scent of fresh pie. It felt like stepping into another world.
When Vika emerged, she was nothing like Alina had imagined: graceful, gentle, composed.
They sat for dinner. Vika was kind, attentive. Alina remained guarded, her eyes always assessing. Oleg tried to lighten the mood with jokes and stories.
Later, when Oleg stepped out, Alina seized the chance. “Do you truly love my son?”
“Yes,” Vika answered sincerely. “He makes me feel whole.”
Alina pulled out her phone, pretending to show childhood photos of Oleg. Nestled among them were the staged pictures of him and Angelina. Vika showed no reaction.
“She’s a client who chased him,” Vika said calmly. “Oleg told me everything and even sent me the photos himself.”
Alina was stunned. Her plan had failed.
Back home, Alina felt her control slipping. But the wedding proceeded. She wore a smile, though it was forced. Inside, resentment simmered.
When the couple exchanged vows, Alina snapped.
Standing before the guests, she announced, “This marriage is a mistake. She’s not good enough for my son — no education, no future.”
The room fell into stunned silence.
Vika, hurt and trembling, replied, “I love him for who he is, not for his money.”
Oleg stepped forward. “Enough, Mom. This is our day.”
But Alina couldn’t accept being ignored. “Fine. But don’t expect my support.”
Tears welled in Vika’s eyes. Still, she stood tall. Her love wasn’t shaken — and that strength was something even Alina couldn’t break.
