“Pack your junk and get out to the dormitory. I’m living here now,” laughed the husband’s mistress. But when she came to the notary, she screamed…
The door slammed so hard that a ringing rolled through the apartment, as if the wind of someone else’s fate had burst into the house. On the doormat there were traces—thin heels, the scent of expensive perfume, eyes full of laughter, only not hers, not the ones she knew. “Pack your things and go to […]
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