At the anniversary, the mother-in-law—like a snake—called her daughter-in-law names in front of everyone and reduced her to tears… But her mother gave such a sharp retort—the guests gasped!

— So, Lenochka, have you finally decided to do something serious instead of just hanging around offices?” — Tamara Igorevna’s voice, the mother-in-law’s, struck sharply in Lena’s ears right after the first greeting on the phone. Lena froze for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. Even through the phone, she felt the pressure. “— […]

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— Let’s give your big bonus to your sister for her 30th birthday! She’ll be so happy!” — the mother suggested completely seriously.

Ksenia looked at the numbers on the computer screen for the third time, as if they could change under her intense gaze. The bonus turned out to be even bigger than she had expected. Twenty-four months of work in a state corporation, endless negotiations, nights spent on documents — and here was the result. The […]

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— Did you see the suitcases by the entrance? Those belong to your family. If you have any objections, I packed yours too, — the wife greeted her husband with an ultimatum.

Elena stood by the window, watching as Mikhail opened the taxi door and helped unload the suitcases. His sister Inna was the first to get out of the car, looking around like someone appraising real estate. Behind her came her husband Viktor and their teenage son Artyom. The traditional annual visit had begun. “Well, we’ve […]

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— While I’m staying awake at night by our daughter’s bedside, you’re having an affair with my own friend! And you think that means nothing?!

It all started suddenly — my little daughter Lizochka got sick. She was only nine months old, and then suddenly her temperature shot up sharply, and she started vomiting and having diarrhea. I was in panic — I’m 23 years old, a young mom with almost no experience in such situations. And Sasha, my husband, […]

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Live however you want, but don’t count on an inheritance. I’m leaving everything to the orphanage — at least there they’ll understand me and appreciate it.

Nina pushed open the gate and rustled along the sandy path worn down beside the garden beds. Right at the porch, Aunt Galina was waiting — in an old robe, barefoot, wearing worn slippers. She was holding her lower back as if it reminded her of her age. “Finally,” the woman sighed and hugged her […]

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