In Victor\u2019s pocket was his phone. It contained messages from another woman \u2014 young, bold, promising him \u201creal feelings.\u201d In his mind, he had already said goodbye to his wife. He had crossed her out of his life.<\/p>\n
His wife stood by the window. She did not sit down.<\/p>\n
The apartment smelled of roasted duck and the heavy perfume of his mother. The air was thick and sticky, like before a storm. The wife felt everything tightening inside her, but her face remained calm. She had understood long ago: this evening was a performance.<\/p>\n Victor laughed loudly and artificially. He drank expensive whiskey and told the same story his wife had heard dozens of times. Then he slapped his palm on the table and snapped:<\/p>\n \u2014 What are you standing there for? Pour the wine.<\/p>\n He winked at his mother. She sighed at once, pretending to be sympathetic:<\/p>\n \u2014 My poor boy\u2026 how much you carry on your shoulders.<\/p>\n The sister snorted and took a selfie with the table in the background.<\/p>\n Victor stood up. Straightened his jacket. Tapped his fork against the glass. Everyone fell silent.<\/p>\n He began to speak in a soft, almost sweet voice. He talked about the gifts he had bought for his mother and sister. He reminded everyone who the breadwinner was. Who paid. Who decided.<\/p>\n Then he looked at his wife. His gaze was cold. Alien.<\/p>\n \u2014 I can\u2019t go on like this anymore, he said. \u2014 I\u2019m tired. I\u2019m filing for divorce.<\/p>\n He paused and added, as if savoring the moment:<\/p>\n \u2014 I have someone else. Young. Full of life. We\u2019re flying to Bali soon. My family approves of my choice. You are nothing to me anymore.<\/p>\n The silence became deafening. You could hear the refrigerator humming.<\/p>\n \u2014 I\u2019ll leave the apartment to you, Viktor threw out, as if he were making a great favor.<\/p>\n The wife silently approached the table. Poured herself a glass of champagne. Drank and began to speak. Her response destroyed everyone who was in that house \ud83d\ude31\ud83d\ude28 Continued in the first comment \ud83d\udc47\ud83d\udc47<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/hayinfo.info\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/shvirnut-glavni.jpeg\")
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