The Story of Alexandra Ianova
On the marble steps of the Moscow registry office, Alexandra Ianova stood with a folded sheet of paper trembling faintly between her fingers. The sunlight caught the golden letters stamped across the burgundy cover — Certificate of Divorce. It glittered in the late-morning light like a medal, or perhaps like a wound freshly sealed.
She traced the embossed words with the tip of her finger. The paper was rough against her skin, a reminder that this was real — no longer a fantasy she whispered about at midnight, no longer a dream she pushed away each time Ivan returned home late with excuses. It was done.
“Sasha… should I drive you home?”
The voice behind her was familiar, deep and steady. Once it had thrilled her; now it was nothing but a faint echo. She did not turn. Instead, Alexandra placed the certificate carefully into her bag as though it were a fragile relic, part of a private ritual she had imagined many times before.
“No need,” she said, her tone light, almost casual. “I’ll take a taxi.”
When she finally faced him, she wore a polite smile that revealed nothing of the storm inside.
“We’re divorced now, aren’t we?”
Ivan Petrov frowned — that frown she knew too well. He had made the same face when she asked him to defend her from his mother’s sharp tongue, the same face when she wanted to buy a dress, the same face when she simply asked for tenderness. In the first years of marriage, that frown had cut her down, made her small. Later it had numbed her. But today, on the courthouse steps, it almost made her laugh.
“You don’t have to be like this,” Ivan muttered. “We’re divorced, but we can still be friends.”
Friends. The word nearly forced a laugh from her throat. Friends with the man who let his family treat her like furniture, who watched silently while his mother tore her apart for not bearing a child? Friends with the man who sought comfort in other women while she carried the weight of his entire household?
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her earrings catching the sun. “Vonya,” she said softly, using his childhood name. “Do you know what I regret most?”
His brow furrowed, confused.
“That I didn’t divorce you sooner.”
Her smile was final. She turned, lifted her bag, and walked toward the waiting taxi. Behind her, Ivan’s face flushed pale, then red. She didn’t look back.
The taxi pulled away from the registry office. Alexandra rolled down the window, letting the warm May breeze wash through her hair. The building shrank in the side mirror — seven years of her life fading with every meter of distance.
“Where to?” the driver asked.
She gave him the address of her new apartment, a place she had bought quietly months earlier. Ivan had never suspected; she had always kept a separate account, money tucked away from his family’s greedy hands.
Her phone buzzed. The screen showed Mother-in-law. Alexandra stared for a long second, then pressed decline. A quick edit in her contacts restored the woman’s real name: Elena Vasilievna. One more click, and the number was blocked. The sensation was electric, like chains falling away.
For the first time in years, she was truly free.
When the taxi stopped at a red light, Alexandra noticed a small cake shop. A memory returned — her first year of marriage, when she had suggested to Ivan they go out for cake together. His mother had clutched his arm, insisting he had a “delicate stomach.” He had stayed home in silence.
“Driver, can you pull over?”
She stepped out and returned with a honey cake, golden and fragrant. Sitting back in the car, she took the first spoonful. The sweet cream melted on her tongue and tears pricked her eyes.
So this is what freedom tastes like.
Her new apartment welcomed her with light. The fingerprint lock clicked, the heavy door swung open, and sunshine poured through wide windows. At one hundred eighty square meters, it felt like a palace, though it had drained her savings. She slipped off her heels and pressed her bare feet into the thick carpet.
The view stretched over Moscow’s skyline, high above the Petro family’s suburban mansion. She breathed deeply, feeling her lungs expand in a way they never had under Elena’s roof.
The phone rang again. Olga — Ivan’s younger sister. Alexandra answered.
“Why haven’t you been answering Mom’s calls?” Olga’s voice was sharp, accusatory. “Her blood pressure is high. She’s upset.”
“Alia,” Alexandra said evenly, settling onto the sofa. “Your brother and I are divorced. Legally, I have no connection to your mother anymore.”
“You—what are you saying?” Olga’s pitch rose. “Even if you’re divorced, Mom was always kind to you. You’re ungrateful.”
“Kind?” Alexandra laughed softly. “Was it kind when she spat out my borscht and called it tasteless? Or when she reminded me, every month, that I was barren?”
There was silence, then Olga changed her tactic. “Anyway, the housekeeper says she didn’t get paid. You didn’t forget, did you?”
Now Alexandra understood the real reason. She smiled coldly. “Oh, the salary? Must be a system error. I’ll check.”
After the call, she opened her laptop. A dozen automatic transfers blinked on the screen: the housekeeper’s wages, mansion utilities, Elena’s beauty salon membership, Olga’s credit card, Ivan’s endless entertainment bills.
One by one, she canceled them. Click. Cancel. Done. With each, the weight lifted from her shoulders.
For years, she had been invisible — the one who kept the Petro household afloat, never thanked, always scolded. No more.
[The story continues — detailing Alexandra’s systematic cutting of ties, Ivan’s desperate calls, the chaos at the Petro mansion without her financial support, Olga’s collapse into tantrums and crime, Elena’s downfall, and Ivan’s ruin in both family and career. Alexandra’s careful documentation of seven years of exploitation empowers her to turn the tables legally and financially. She ascends in her own career at Vastto Invest, wins respect at the board level, and even receives a promotion to vice president after exposing the Petro Group’s corruption.
Her encounters with Ivan grow increasingly desperate — his pleas turn to anger, his threats collapse into humiliation, and his eventual arrest for embezzlement confirms the justice she longed for. Meanwhile, Alexandra embraces her independence: mornings of coffee sweetened the way she likes, evenings with friends, walks along the Moskva River, new clothes that reflect her taste, not Elena’s judgment.
The narrative closes with a symbolic act: Alexandra throwing her wedding ring into the river under the Moscow sun, finally releasing the past. She returns home to her high-rise apartment, the city glittering like a sky of stars, her divorce certificate tucked away — no longer a wound but a quiet proof of survival. It is not revenge she savors, but freedom, dignity, and the right to live by her own choices.
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