“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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“I demand that you take me in!” — declared the mother to her son, with whom she hadn’t spoken in eight years.

Andrey slowly climbed the stairs to Yelizaveta Sergeyevna’s apartment. His mother’s friend had been calling for three days straight, insisting on a meeting. “A son’s duty”—those words had been etched into his memory since childhood. “Come in, don’t just stand at the door,” his mother’s voice carried its usual authority. “See what you’ve done to […]

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“My ex said, ‘We’ve got nowhere to live with my new wife, let us stay at your summer house.’ I let them in… then I called the police and filed a report for breaking and entering.”

“— Found out? — the voice on the phone was sickeningly familiar. Soft, insinuating, the very one that once promised me forever. I stayed silent, staring at the frost patterns on the windowpane. A call from my ex-husband, Dmitry, after almost two years of near-forgetting — nothing good could come of it. It was always […]

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