“Separate budgets? Perfect. That means my money stays with me, just like you wanted,” she said with a slight smile.

Karina lingered by the mirror, straightening the collar of her blazer. The latest project had brought her not only a solid fee, but new clients as well. The design studio was thriving, and her name had already become a recognizable brand in professional circles. Her phone buzzed again—another request to redesign a major company’s office. […]

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Overhearing my husband’s sister plotting to deprive me of our apartment — I gave her an unexpected surprise

Marina shoved the dirty plates into the dishwasher and set it to express wash. The Friday dinner had gone well; Igor was wolfing down her signature mushroom pie. Even Nastya—who always wrinkled her nose at anything cooked by “that upstart,” as she called Marina behind her back—ate two slices. “I’m jumping in the shower,” Igor […]

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— And you’re still stuck working as a secretary—didn’t have the brains for anything bigger,” my ex smirked, not knowing that I’m now the wife of his boss.

Anna Sergeevna always arrived at work fifteen minutes early. Not out of zeal or a desire to impress—simply because it felt right. While other employees were hastily finishing their coffees in the hallway, she was already sorting the mail, preparing documents for signature, and checking the director’s meeting schedule. Her workstation—a small desk outside the […]

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— “Be grateful that after thirty years of marriage I’m coming home and not docking in someone else’s harbor,” the husband declared.

“Be grateful that after thirty years of marriage I’m coming back home and not docking in some foreign port,” the husband said. “And what if I had cheated on you too?” Marina asked. “For a woman, cheating is abnormal; for a man, it’s natural. Besides, who needs you at fifty-something?” Marina had long suspected that […]

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— I don’t understand you at all! — Albina’s voice trembled, but anger and hurt burned in her eyes. — Pasha and I paid for this apartment ourselves

When Vera Nikolaevna received a message that her third cousin Tatyana, who lived somewhere deep in the Urals, was asking to stay with her in Moscow with the kids for a couple of weeks, her first reaction was to refuse. What could they possibly have in common? The last time they’d seen each other was […]

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The husband said: “I’m young—why would I live with a vegetable?” and left for another woman. And a down-and-out drifter moved into his disabled wife’s house.

Outside the village store, smelling of fresh bread and dust, tempers, as always, were running high. The local gossips, gathered on the worn steps, were picking apart their neighbors’ lives. Today’s main topic was Viktor—the strapping fellow, the village’s prize catch—who had left his wife, Anna. — “Hear this? Vitka’s run off to the city […]

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“You look like a scarecrow,” her husband sneered as he headed to the company gala with a younger woman. When his wife appeared in the hall, he was struck dumb with surprise.

Viktor was turning in front of the huge hallway mirror, smoothing the lapels of his brand-new, expensive suit. The fine wet-asphalt–colored wool fit his athletic build perfectly. He was getting ready for the corporate gala—the social event of the year in their city, a charity evening organized by the company where he held a high […]

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— Pasha, you promised to help me. — Son, you have to marry her for the apartment! — insisted his mother. — Then, little by little, we’ll transfer part of it to me, and she won’t even find out.

Pasha, you promised to help me. “Son, you have to marry her for the apartment!” his mother insisted. “Then we’ll quietly transfer part of it to me, and she’ll never know.” “Mom, that’s not fair! I love her, not her apartment,” Pavel objected, nervously glancing toward the bedroom door. Pavel and Olga had married a […]

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