I lifted my head and felt a force ignite within me that I thought I had lost long ago. I looked at the clock — exactly 47 minutes had passed. I picked up the phone, smiled slightly, and called the reception.
“I would like to cancel all charges on the room card for the apartment on the 12th floor. Yes, everything is under my name, Ana Sterian. And please, charge all expenses incurred so far to the same account.”
The receptionist hesitated for a moment. “Of course, ma’am. Right away.”
When I hung up, I felt a strange calmness. Not anger. Not sadness. Just a cold clarity, unlike anything I had ever felt before.
After a few minutes, I saw the elevator open and the Sterian family rushing out — Judit in front, red-faced, with an expensive handbag tightly clutched under her arm, and Toma behind her, wearing that false smile I knew all too well.
“What did you do, Ana?! The cards are not working! The whole room is blocked!” he shouted, gesturing wildly.
I stood up, calm. “Do you remember what you told me when I made the reservation? That I just sign, but the money is yours. Well, it seems that is not the case.”
Judith stepped forward, trying to appear superior. “My dear, you shouldn’t have gotten upset. It was just a joke.”
“A joke?” I repeated slowly, smiling. “Then I have one too.”
I took a sealed envelope from my bag and extended it towards Toma. “Divorce. Signed and ready to be filed. With a little surprise — I moved the money from the joint account. All of it. Into one solely in my name. Let’s say it’s… my share of the vacation.”
Their faces contorted. Catalina, his sister, took a step back. Judit began to look around, hoping no one was watching her.
“You know, Toma,” I continued, “I spent years trying to please you. I took you on trips, bought you gifts, stayed silent when you humiliated me. But today, for the first time, I remembered who I am.”
I gestured towards the reception. “I booked another room. A small one, but just for me. You can stay in the hallway and see what it’s like to be left like this.”
I didn’t wait for a response. I got into the elevator and, for the first time in a long time, I felt like I could breathe.
Up in the room, I looked out the window. The sea stretched out peacefully, indifferent to the dramas of people. I smiled, ordered a glass of wine, and told myself, “Maybe the beginning of a new life sounds exactly like this: like the calm after a storm.”
And for the first time, that calm was not empty at all. It was peace. My peace.
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