— I want to know my rights.

After two hours of reviewing everything, he was impressed. — I’ve never seen anyone so prepared.

— I’m not acting on emotion, — she said. — I’m giving a gift.

At the bank, she closed the joint account, transferred funds, and blocked the cards—leaving Igor just his salary card.

— Thirty thousand should be enough for… important meetings.

That evening, Igor panicked.

— Why are the cards blocked?

— System glitch, maybe. We’ll look into it, — she said sweetly. — By the way, how was Bellagio?

He froze.

— You… were there?

— Don’t worry. I even paid your bill. Consider it an advance on your gift.

On their twentieth anniversary, Igor handed her roses.

— I booked a table at—

— No need, — she interrupted, handing him a folder. — Here’s your gift.

Inside were the divorce papers, proof of her sole ownership, and the restaurant bill.

— You’re doing this over a flirtation?

— No, I’m giving you freedom. Say hi to Natalya. The earrings looked lovely on her.

— Where are you going?

— Tuscany. Remember? I always dreamed of it.

At the door, she turned back.

— Funny, I’m grateful to you. Without your “meeting,” I’d never have dared.

In the taxi, she felt only lightness.

— Airport? — the driver asked.

— Yes, — she smiled. — To a new life.

From the plane, she read Igor’s message: “We can discuss everything! Come back!”

She deleted it.

— No, dear. My life is mine now. The best gift I could ever give myself.