— You should be a servant to my husband, — declared my mother-in-law, but she didn’t know that soon I would reveal her dirty little secret.
— School? Seriously? — Valentina Sergeevna grimaced as if from a toothache. — Artyom could have found a more decent wife. I silently poured tea into the porcelain cups, trying not to spill. My hands trembled with anger, but I couldn’t show it to my mother-in-law. Three months of marriage had taught me one thing […]
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