My husband made a list of our property, and I pulled out my mother’s will—and he went pale
Okay then: the apartment is mine, the dacha outside Moscow is yours, the car is mine,” Andrey said, running his pen over the sheet without looking up. “You’ll get half of the bank deposit and my mother’s jewelry.” I stared at the man I’d lived with for twenty-six years. And I thought about how easily […]
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