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— “We’re going to sell your apartment and live with my parents,” he repeated, stepping onto the balcony. “Mom and Dad have already prepared everything. A room on the second floor, a private bathroom. It’ll be convenient.”

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Eleonora slowly put down the book she’d been reading on the balcony. The spring air was cool, but pleasant after a stuffy winter. She looked at her husband standing in the doorway. Svyatoslav looked determined—too determined for a Saturday morning. “What did you say?” she asked, hoping she’d misheard. “We’re going to sell your apartment […]

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“You know, darling, Mom’s got a point. You’re a freeloader here—go get a job!” Ilya shouted at his stunned wife. He slammed the table so hard that the spoon on the edge jumped and nearly fell.

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“You know what, darling? Mom’s right. You’re a freeloader—go get a job!” Ilya barked at his stunned wife, slamming the table so hard a spoon at the edge jumped. Svetlana froze. She had no idea what to say. A hot mash of hurt, anger, and bewilderment boiled in her head. Freeloader. She was the one […]

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“My wife will buy an apartment — and then I’ll file for divorce and take half.” Anya stumbled across her husband’s messages, where he’d written exactly that to someone.

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Anya Karpenko jolted awake at half past six to the bang of the front door. Igor had slipped out the way he always did—no kiss, no goodbye, just the blunt punctuation of a life shared in silence. She rolled onto her other side, pressed her face into the pillow, and tried to drift back under. […]

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After the divorce, my ex-husband suddenly made a demand. When I heard it, I couldn’t help myself—I burst into laughter, a sharp, almost hysterical laugh that bordered on madness.

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For a long time I lied to myself. I acted as if life were still ticking along in its usual groove—same routines, nothing changing, just a bad dream I’d eventually wake from. I refused to accept that Sergey had really betrayed me. And not some careless fling, either—he was involved. With her. The woman who […]

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— And you won’t burst from taking my money, my dear mother-in-law? Say one more word about this and you can take your precious son back home with you.

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— “Here’s how it’s going to be, Zoyenka.” The voice of Tamara Igorevna, sounding from the kitchen doorway, held not a drop of sentiment; it was more like an order barked at a negligent subordinate than a conversation with a daughter-in-law. Without an invitation she walked into the spacious room flooded with morning sun; her […]

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— “What would you even do online, old lady?” my son-in-law laughed. He didn’t know I’d spent 30 years working with PCs—and had already hacked his email to leak his secrets…

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— “Knock yourself out, Vera Igorevna,” the son-in-law handed her a flat tablet box. “At least you can hang out on Odnoklassniki.” Stanislav Belozyorov smiled his signature condescending smile—the one reserved for children, dogs, and, apparently, mothers-in-law. “Either way, the real internet is off-limits to you, with your… experience.” He didn’t know that Vera Igorevna […]

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“Come in, Marina. Dinner needs to be cooked—the groceries are in a bag in the kitchen. The laundry is in the basket. Dust the living room; I haven’t had a chance in ages,” the future mother-in-law rattled off and, as if casually, added, “And Vanya and I will watch a movie in the living room for now.”

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“Come in, Marina. Dinner needs to be cooked; the groceries are in a bag in the kitchen. The laundry’s in the basket. Dust the living room too—haven’t had a chance in ages,” the future mother-in-law rattled off, then casually added, “And Vanya and I will watch a movie in the living room in the meantime.” […]

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