“Come home immediately!” her husband almost shouted. “Or do you not care about your own daughter? I’m tired of sitting with her!”

Elena raised a glass of champagne, smiling at her friend Olga. The birthday party was a success—about twenty people had gathered at the café, laughter never stopped, and for the first time in months she felt like just a woman, not only the mother of one-year-old Yulia. — To your happiness! — she said, just […]

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— If you’re planning to go to your mother’s for three months, then maybe we should just get divorced? Because I’m tired of you spending most…

“I’ve decided—I’m going to my mother’s on Saturday. For about three months, probably.” The words fell onto the table between the plate of fried potatoes and the salad. They fell lightly, casually, like bread crumbs. Artyom said them without looking up from his food, carefully spearing a golden piece of chicken with his fork. For […]

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He Left Her for a Younger Woman. But When He Came Back, She Handed Him Papers That Changed Everything.

Lidia’s wrinkled fingers clutched a mug of tea that had long since gone cold. Thirty-two years of marriage, over three thousand dinners shared, countless shirts ironed and folded — and now she sat alone in their kitchen, where every inch whispered memories of a life once built together. “I don’t understand, Vitya…” Her voice quivered, […]

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“I’m not dragging myself to that godforsaken village to bury your mother,” her husband snapped. But when he heard about her bank account, he showed up with flowers.

Natalya was awakened by the persistent ringing of her mobile phone. It was still dark outside; the alarm clock showed it was just eight minutes into August — Monday morning. Next to her, Vitaly groaned in annoyance and yanked the pillow over his head, trying to muffle the irritating sound. “Hello?..” Natalya’s voice trembled, groggy […]

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Alisochka, if every woman who shares a bed with my husband started claiming alimony, we’d need a separate bank branch.”

“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 […]

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