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Veronika calmly set down her cooling coffee, rings on her fingers\u2014the gifts of a 20-year marriage\u2014catching the light. Through the panoramic window of the Bellagio, the city sparkled, but she saw only one thing: her husband, Igor, laughing and holding the hand of a young brunette.<\/p>\n
\u2014 What a coincidence, \u2014 she muttered.<\/p>\n
She had asked him to come here so many times. \u201cToo tired,\u201d \u201cBusy,\u201d \u201cMaybe next time.\u201d And now, here he was\u2014relaxed, younger somehow.<\/p>\n
A waiter approached.
\n\u2014 Anything else?<\/p>\n
\u2014 Yes, \u2014 she smiled. \u2014 Bring me the bill from that table. A gift\u2014from me. But don\u2019t say who paid.<\/p>\n
She passed their table on her way out, pausing for a heartbeat. She\u2019d been blind for too long.<\/p>\n
Outside, the night air was cool.
\n\u2014 Well, Igor. You made your choice. Now it\u2019s my turn.<\/p>\n
At home, Veronika headed to her study. Calm had replaced pain. She opened her laptop and created a folder: \u201cNew Life.\u201d The house documents were right where she had left them five years ago\u2014still in her name. A precaution. Just in case.<\/p>\n
Next: finances. Years of careful tracking paid off. Her phone buzzed.
\n\u2014 Late meeting, don\u2019t wait for dinner.
\nShe smiled.
\n\u2014 Oh, I saw the \u201cmeeting.\u201d<\/p>\n
She called their lawyer.
\n\u2014 Let\u2019s meet tomorrow. Not at the office\u2014this is a delicate matter.<\/p>\n
By morning, she had everything in order. Igor came in late, still unaware.
\n\u2014 How was the meeting?
\n\u2014 Productive.
\n\u2014 A new contract?
\n\u2014 What do you mean?
\n\u2014 Just curious.<\/p>\n
He left in a hurry. Veronika met with the lawyer.
\n\u2014 How fast can we divorce if most assets are in my name?
\nHe was stunned.
\n\u2014 I\u2019ve never seen someone so prepared.
\n\u2014 I don\u2019t want revenge. I want to give a gift.<\/p>\n
At the bank, she transferred her funds, blocked the cards.
\n\u2014 Your husband?
\n\u2014 He can keep his salary card. Thirty thousand is enough\u2014for meetings.<\/p>\n
Then, the travel agency.
\n\u2014 One ticket to Tuscany. As soon as possible.<\/p>\n
That night, Igor was panicked.
\n\u2014 Our cards are blocked!
\n\u2014 Strange. Must be a glitch.
\n\u2014 You were at the restaurant?
\n\u2014 Yes. But don\u2019t worry.<\/p>\n
Their 20th anniversary arrived. Veronika, elegant in black, handed Igor a folder.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Divorce papers. The house deed. And the restaurant bill. Our last dinner together\u2014on me.<\/p>\n
\u2014 You can\u2019t do this!<\/p>\n
\u2014 I\u2019m not. I\u2019m giving you a gift. Freedom.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Where are you going?<\/p>\n
\u2014 Tuscany. Remember? I always dreamed of it.<\/p>\n
At the door, she turned back:
\n\u2014 Funny, but I\u2019m grateful. Without your \u201cmeeting,\u201d I\u2019d never have changed my life.<\/p>\n
The taxi waited.
\n\u2014 Airport?
\n\u2014 Yes, \u2014 she said. \u2014 To a new life.<\/p>\n
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