You understand I don’t need you hanging around here, right?” Maxim said coldly to his wife. “So I suggest you move to the countryside.”

Tamara blinked. “What countryside? Maxim, what are you talking about?”

But deep down, she already knew. The man she had once trusted—built a life with—was no longer standing in front of her. Years ago, she sold her apartment, and Maxim sold his tiny share in a flat. Together, they’d started their business from scratch. She remembered the long nights, the tight budgets, the quiet victories. But now?

Now Maxim was pushing her out of it all.

He smirked. “There’s this farm. A house or something. Left to me by my old boss Ivanovich. I don’t need it. You can have it. If you don’t take it, you’ll leave with nothing.”

Tamara paused. “Only on one condition: transfer it to me legally.”

“Gladly. It’ll save me on taxes.”

And just like that, she packed her things, climbed into her overstuffed car, and left the life she had built behind. Her eyes stung as she left the city. And finally, on the side of the road, she stopped and cried. She didn’t know how long she sat there until someone gently knocked on her window.

“Dear, are you alright?” asked a gray-haired woman with kind eyes. “You’ve been sitting here a while. My husband and I are at the bus stop.”

Through the tears, Tamara managed a faint smile.

“Where are you headed?”

“To Mikhalki,” the woman replied.

Tamara’s heart skipped. “The farm I inherited is in Mikhalki.”

The woman lit up. “Well then, dear, you’re our new neighbor.”

By the time they arrived, Tamara knew who cared about the farm and who had been quietly stealing from it. Once a bustling operation that supplied dairy to stores far and wide, it had dwindled to a few loyal workers and twenty cows.

But Tamara didn’t give up.

She sold her jewelry to buy feed, worked the barren fields, and met with anyone who would give her advice. Slowly, the farm began to breathe again. By the end of the year, eighty healthy cows grazed in green pastures, and the phone didn’t stop ringing with new orders—even for products they hadn’t launched yet.

One day, her young assistant, Sveta, ran up to her, breathless and excited.

“I found two refrigerated trucks for sale—look!” she said, holding up a newspaper ad.

Tamara studied it—and froze. The contact number belonged to Maxim’s office.

“Call them,” she said calmly. “Tell them we’ll pay five percent more if they hold them until we arrive.”

An hour later, Tamara headed into the city with Ivan, a mechanic highly recommended by the villagers. As they drove, she learned he ran two repair shops and had quietly rebuilt his own life after losing his wife five years earlier.

Outside Maxim’s office, Tamara hesitated briefly.

“I used to work here,” she said. “He didn’t just throw me out—he threw away the farm too.”

Ivan gave a quiet laugh. “I’d like to meet the man who let you go.”

When Maxim opened the door and saw her, his mouth fell open.

Tamara looked every bit the confident businesswoman she had grown into—tanned, strong, and steady. Beside her stood Ivan, calm and focused.

They inspected the trucks. One passed. The other? Ivan shook his head.

“The suspension’s nearly gone. I wouldn’t recommend it.”

Maxim flushed. His new wife, Alla, immediately protested.

“Nonsense. It’s in perfect condition.”

“Would you be willing to put that in writing?” Ivan asked.

She went quiet. Maxim sighed. “Just… stop. What’s your offer?”

Tamara named a price. They accepted.

As she and Ivan drove away, Maxim sat alone in his office. The brandy burned as he drank in silence. He had gambled on charm and ambition—and lost everything. The woman he underestimated had built a thriving business and found love again.

Just a few months later, the village buzzed with joy as Tamara and Ivan celebrated their wedding. A year after that, the sound of baby Sonya’s laughter filled the farmhouse air.

And as for the farm? It was stronger than ever.