Are you completely insane? And who’s going to do the cooking?” her husband smirked. But the outcome turned out to be unexpected.
“I’m filing for divorce, Edik.” Eva said it quietly, almost under her breath, but the words hung in the air, thick with the smell of yesterday’s cognac and fried potatoes, with deafening clarity. She was standing in the middle of their kitchen, perfectly cleaned, where every little pot knew its place, and she was looking […]
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