— “Who do you think you’re teaching how to live, you freeloader?” the mother-in-law flared up. “You live on my money, and you still dare to open your mouth!”
Alyona stood in front of the mirror in the hotel room, adjusting her veil. Two months ago she had married Dmitry Volkov, and that day had seemed the happiest of her life. The wedding was small—about thirty guests, a modest reception at a café—but everything felt heartfelt and warm. After the celebration, the newlyweds went […]
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