So you’ve decided to divorce me?” her husband asked maliciously. “Wonderful. Then get out of your apartment
Alyona stood in the middle of the kitchen holding the divorce papers. Her fingers trembled slightly—not from fear, but from indignation. Stepan was sprawled at the table, lounging in his chair with the air of a man who owned the universe. “Out of your apartment?” she repeated, trying to stay calm. “Stepan, this is my […]
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