My mother left me five apartments, but after overhearing my husband talking to his mother, I realized I couldn’t trust them

Olga closed the notary’s office door and stepped outside. The autumn wind tugged at her hair, yellow leaves rustled underfoot. In her hands—a folder of documents. Certificates of inheritance. Five apartments. Everything that was left of her mother. Four months had passed since the funeral. Four months of paperwork, running around to different offices, processing […]

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Mommy, of course—move in with us forever, Olya will be thrilled, I’ll quit my job and stay home with you,” my husband said

October’s evening wrapped the city in early dusk. Olya came home from work exhausted, kicked off her shoes in the hallway, and went to the kitchen, where dinner was already warming. Dmitry sat at the table, scrolling through something on his phone and sighing from time to time. Such sighs had become regular lately, and […]

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— I’m your mother! And I don’t care that you have a wife and kids! First and foremost you’re supposed to provide for me, not them! If your next…

— Denis, hi! I’ve got amazing news for you! Tamara Viktorovna’s voice on the phone rang with barely restrained excitement, taut as a string. Denis winced and pushed the blueprint away from him. He was sitting in his humming open-space office, and this brassy call from his mother felt like a marching band bursting into […]

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Your mother wants to rattle my nerves? Then she can pay for every visit,” — the wife was tired of her mother-in-law’s theatrics.

Elena heard the familiar doorbell and froze over the cutting board. The carrot under her knife crunched especially loudly in the sudden silence. She knew that ring—two short, one long. Her mother-in-law. “Lena, open up, it’s Mom!” came from behind the door. Elena slowly wiped her hands on a towel and looked at the clock. […]

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Then live on your own salary and don’t touch my money,” my husband declared—having no idea how badly he was miscalculating

Marina was drying her hands on a kitchen towel when the phone rang. The number was familiar—Lena Sokolova, her classmate from the design faculty. They hadn’t spoken in over three years, ever since Marina went on maternity leave. “Marish, hi! How are you, how’s the baby?” Lena’s voice sounded energetic, almost infectious. “Listen, I’m opening […]

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