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“Welcome! I’m your husband’s mistress.” Katerina set aside the catalog layouts she was reviewing and looked intently at the glamorous red-haired beauty who had appeared at the door of her office. The visitor smirked and continued: “I bring unpleasant news—I’m pregnant. Naturally, by your husband.” “How original,” Katerina replied with a faint smile. “Would you […]

You really ought to dress better, Mom,” Kristina drawled, lazily poking at her avocado salad with a fork. “Dima and I could give you some money. Just so you wouldn’t look so… depressing. People do look, you know.” Anna slowly raised her gaze—not at her daughter-in-law, but at her son. Dima tensed up. The hand […]

“I’m pregnant,” I said, and a smile spread across my face on its own. Kirill, standing by the window, froze. He didn’t even turn around, but I saw his shoulders tense in the reflection. I expected hugs, joyful shouting—anything but this strange, frozen posture. “I am too,” came Lena’s quiet voice. My sister stepped out […]

“Napkins. Fix them.” My mother-in-law’s voice, Tamara Igorevna, sliced through my nerves like a dull knife against glass. I froze, staring at the perfectly stacked linen napkins. “What’s wrong with them?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “The corner. It’s lifted by a millimeter. Guests will think we live in a pigsty.” I […]

Tamara Pavlovna entered my bedroom without knocking, carrying a glass of water and a small white pill in her hand. Her face radiated an overwhelming concern that made my jaw tighten. “Anechka, sweetie, it’s time for your medicine. Blood pressure is no joke,” she said softly, with that ingratiating tenderness she reserved for special occasions—like […]

“You’ll love it, sweetheart. This is the best Transformer in the store,” a voice came from behind the shelf. Yekaterina was putting children’s socks into her shopping basket when she heard a familiar voice in the next aisle. Her husband’s voice. She froze, listening. Through the shelves of toys, Yekaterina saw Igor. He was holding […]

Anna sat on the edge of the couch as if it were a taut wire. Beneath her was the expensive upholstery she had bought for herself—upholstery that Yelena Mikhailovna had been calling “marketplace tackiness” for three months now. Vasily, on the other hand, lounged comfortably in an armchair, one leg crossed over the other, cracking […]

Lena returned home with a light, almost childlike smile. In her hands, she carried a large paper bag from an expensive store. Inside, carefully wrapped in thin tissue paper, was the dress—the elegant, silky one she had dreamed of buying for the past six months. It had hung in the shop window, alluring yet out […]