“You’re not a wife—you’re a burden! Move out tomorrow!” the husband declared, not knowing a surprise was waiting for him in the morning.
“You’re not a wife — you’re a burden! Move out tomorrow!” Igor declared. And there it was. It had always hung in the air like dusty, nasty smog, but hearing it out loud—well, you know, it’s like getting slapped. A sharp one. In the cold. Natasha stood in the middle of their living room—the living […]
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