— “You won’t be able to prove it,” declared my mother-in-law—until I played the video of her forging my husband’s signature.
The stack of documents on the lawyer’s polished desk looked out of place, like a shard of rock in the middle of a lake. I stared at my husband’s signature, and the line of his stroke seemed mocking, wrong. It looked similar, but it wasn’t his. “As you can see, Anna Viktorovna, everything is done […]
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