My husband quietly transferred everything to his mistress. He had no idea his accountant wife had been preparing a surprise for him for ten years. “Everything’s been transferred. Nothing belongs to us anymore.” Igor tossed out the phrase as carelessly as he used to toss his car keys onto the hall stand. He didn’t even […]
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Anna dried her hands on a towel and stepped back to admire the bouquet of white roses she’d just finished for a loyal client. Outside, a thin October drizzle polished the street to a gray shine; inside, the air was crisp and alive—the complicated perfume of greens and petals she always called “the scent of […]
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Polina studied the new curtains with a careful eye. Powder-blue, sprinkled with tiny flowers—exactly what she’d pictured for the living room. She fussed with the pleats, stepped back a few paces, and allowed herself a small, satisfied smile. “Sergey, what do you think?” she called to her husband, who was slouched in the armchair, face […]
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You won’t get anything in court!” my ex-husband cackled. But when my attorney walked into the hall, silence fell—and he started to cry. His laughter echoed down the empty courthouse corridor—cloying, humiliating. He stood surrounded by his “entourage”: an expensive lawyer with a crocodile-skin briefcase and his mother, who looked at me with forced sympathy […]
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Inna, let’s agree on something right away so there are no hard feelings later. I’ll support you, and in return you won’t lay claim to my property. Everything will go to my children. Deal? my new husband, Artyom, looked at me questioningly. “Deal,” I sighed. We made that arrangement five years ago. I never dreamed […]
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The enormous mansion was silent. It wasn’t just big—it was bottomless, like a lake on a moonlit night. Silence hid within its ivy-clad walls—dense, heavy, like a velvet curtain. In that silence lived a single person. His name was Arkady Petrovich. He had everything money could buy, and none of the things that come freely, […]
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Yura was born ordinary, but Anya immediately sensed that something was wrong with her son. She would look into his dim infant eyes and fail to find something essential that ought to be there if everything was all right. Her fear wasn’t unfounded—seventeen years of living under the same roof with a sister who couldn’t […]
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— How can this be, San Sanych? Pashka’s been your favorite grandson his whole life! And now this kind of twist at your age? Has something snapped? — fumed Pashka’s father and, at the same time, San Sanych’s son-in-law, Sergei Ivanych. — And what exactly doesn’t suit you, Seryozha? — San Sanych looked over the […]
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The wife, who had been with her husband from the very beginning—back when he didn’t have money even for new jeans and dinner on the table was often just pasta with processed cheese—decided she would not so easily hand over her husband and the family business to that greedy woman. Recently, Grigory informed his wife […]
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— That sour stuff again? Len, are you pouring vinegar into the borscht or what? I’ve told you a hundred times—my mother’s was sweet, rich. And this? Beet water. And sour, too.” Pavel pushed the plate away with disgust, and the scrape of china against the tablecloth cut Lena more sharply than any shout. She […]
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