A husband, after spending 17 years in marriage with Inna, decided to leave her for a young student, but he did not expect that his wife would give him a farewell he would never forget.

Inna stood by the window, watching as raindrops slowly slid down the glass, creating whimsical patterns. Seventeen years— is that a lot or a little? She remembered every year of their life together, every anniversary, every glance. And now everything had crumbled like a house of cards. She turned slowly, meeting his gaze. In his eyes, there was determination mixed with guilt. Inna recognized that look. It’s the look people give when they are about to strike. “I’m leaving, Inna. I’m going to Natasha.” Silence. Only the ticking of the old wall clock, once a gift from his mother, broke the stillness of the room. “To a student from your faculty?” Her voice was calm, almost emotionless.

“Yes. You see, the feelings have faded. I need new emotions, fresh impressions. You’re a smart woman—you should understand.” Inna smirked. “‘Smart woman’—you always said that when you wanted me not to ask too many questions.” “Are you sure?” she simply asked. “Absolutely. I’ve already packed my things. Inna nodded. She walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a bottle of wine—the very one they had kept for a special occasion. “Well then, this is a special moment, isn’t it?” she said as she uncorked the bottle. “I think we should have a farewell dinner. Let’s invite your friends, your relatives. Seventeen years is no joke.”

Alexey blinked, confused. “You… want to throw a divorce party?” “Why not?” she smiled, and there was something in that smile that made him uneasy. “Let’s end our marriage in style. After all, I’m a smart woman. Remember?” She began typing messages. Her fingers flew over the phone screen with confident precision. “Tomorrow at seven. I’ll prepare your favorite dishes. Consider it my farewell gift.” Alexey remained silent. He had expected tears, hysteria, reproaches—but not this calm.

“And one more thing,” Inna added without looking up, “tell Natasha she’s invited too. I want to meet the one who managed to awaken ‘new emotions’ in you.” The next morning, Inna was up early. She was calling banks, meeting with a lawyer, preparing documents. Everything was going according to plan, like a well-orchestrated operation. By the evening, the apartment was filled with the aromas of exquisite dishes. She brought out the wedding set—a gift from her mother-in-law—and set the table.