— Two thousand lei for a suit?! Are you crazy?! — she shouted, waving her phone. — From the joint account, right? I work to keep this house and you throw money on clothes!
— Tom, it’s a work outfit. I need to look professional…
— Professional?! — he thundered. — You know what? That’s it! You wanted to work, work. But from now on, you live off your salary. Don’t touch my money anymore. — He had no idea how wrong he was. — You want independence? Perfect. Buy your own food, pay for the kindergarten, the bills… everything, from your “designer” salary.
Ana remained silent. Everything inside her tensed, but she said nothing. She just nodded and left the room.
The following weeks passed in a heavy silence. They barely spoke. Tom cooked for himself, without touching the food she bought. Ana dedicated herself completely to work. The project for Bălan was a resounding success — the client was thrilled, entrusting her with the design of the guest house and the spa.
And then something happened that no one expected…
On a Monday morning, as Ana poured coffee into her favorite mug, her phone vibrated. It was a message from Horia Bălan: “Congratulations, Ana. I spoke with my partners in Bucharest. I personally recommend you for a new project — a hotel chain. It pays well, and I want you as the main coordinator.”
Ana froze with the mug in the air. Her heart raced. It was her dream from college — to work on a big project, with teams, ideas, freedom. And now it was happening.
That same day, she went to the studio with a genuine smile, something she hadn’t had in a long time. Her colleagues applauded her, and Clara hugged her enthusiastically. “I told you that you hadn’t forgotten how to do it!” she said, laughing.
In the evening, at home, the atmosphere was just as cold. Tom sat on the couch, eyes glued to the TV. Ana sat next to him and calmly said:
— Tom, I received a big offer. This project can change my career.
He didn’t say anything at first. Then, in a harsh tone, he murmured:
— Do you have time for the child and the house, among so many projects? Or are you leaving those on my shoulders too?
Ana looked at him for a long time. For the first time, without fear.
— I don’t want to ask you for anything. Just to respect me.
In the days that followed, she began working on the new contract. She woke up early, dropped Luca off at kindergarten, and went to the office. Sometimes she worked late, but she felt that every moment mattered.
As the months passed, her salary increased, and her reputation solidified. Industry magazines began to publish her work. Slowly, serious money started to accumulate in her bank account.
One evening, when Tom returned home tired, he found a letter on the table. On the white sheet, in Ana’s neat handwriting, it simply said:
“Tom, I have learned that love should not suffocate. I tried to be the woman you wanted, but I lost myself. I don’t want to live off anyone’s pity or money. I am moving with Luca to a small apartment. You can keep the big house and your peace. I choose my freedom.”
He read the letter several times, unable to believe it. The kitchen smelled of warm food — the last dinner Ana had cooked for him.
Meanwhile, Ana moved her things into a bright apartment, close to the office. Luca played happily among the boxes, while she watched the sunset over the city from the window. She had nothing to prove to anyone anymore.
The phone rang again — Clara.
— Ana, get ready, we have a chance to go to an international exhibition. It’s your moment!
Ana smiled. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.
Finally, she was living as she had once dreamed — free, brave, confident.
And this time, no one could take her freedom away.
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