My mother left me five apartments in her will, but after overhearing a conversation between my husband and my mother-in-law, I realized I couldn’t trust them

Olga closed the door of the notary’s office and stepped outside. An autumn wind tousled her hair, and yellow leaves rustled beneath her feet. In her hands was a folder of documents—certificates of inheritance rights. Five apartments. Everything her mother had left behind. Four months had passed since the funeral. Four months of paperwork, office […]

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My mother-in-law showed up at my mom’s memorial meal with a suitcase and declared that since Mom was gone, she was now the mistress of the apartment.

Irina stood by the window, staring at the gray October clouds. Outside the glass, the first yellow leaves slowly spun down from the poplars in the courtyard. The apartment where she had spent her childhood and youth had now become her only refuge. Three years earlier, her mother had signed it over to her as […]

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There will be no money—don’t even dream of it, I told my husband when he started rummaging through the drawers looking for my savings.

November twilight fell over the city early, and Elena, on her way home from work, kept catching herself thinking that the day had barely had time to begin. The bus crawled through traffic, and outside the window a fine drizzle blurred the streetlights into dull smudges. Elena sat by the window, running through her mental […]

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Diana stood in the kitchen, staring at the screen of her phone. A message from her mother-in-law, Alla Gennadyevna, glowed like an unnaturally bright blot in the evening half-light:

Diana stood in the kitchen, staring at the screen of her phone. A message from her mother-in-law, Alla Gennadyevna, glowed like an unnaturally bright spot in the evening half-darkness: “Pasha, just a reminder: my birthday is on Saturday at 6:00 p.m. I’m expecting you and Seryozha. The table will be lavish. Ask Diana on my […]

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A sharp ring at the door sliced through the mourning silence of my apartment. It hadn’t even been forty days since Kostya’s funeral

A sharp ring at the door sliced through the mourning silence of my apartment. Forty days hadn’t even passed since Kostya’s funeral—I still hadn’t learned how to breathe without him—yet my mother-in-law, Larisa Grigoryevna, was already standing on the threshold. And she wasn’t alone. Beside her was a hunched man with a briefcase. She didn’t […]

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