— «You’re a burden, not a wife,» — my mother-in-law spat out in front of the whole family while I was pouring tea, unaware that it was me who had paid off her debts.
“Mishenka, son, pass me that shrimp salad,” Svetlana Borisovna sang out to her son with the kind of tone as if he had just returned from a battlefield, victorious over an entire army. Her voice was soft, almost melodic, but behind it hid not just a request — it was a command no one dared […]
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