We’ll put the apartment in Irka’s name, and you and the kids can stay at my mom’s for now,” said my husband, without looking up from his phone.

So here’s what I was thinking… Let’s give the apartment to Irka. And we’ll crash at your mother’s place for a while,” Vitaliy said without looking up from his phone, poking at his cutlet with a fork. Olga froze with her cup of tea halfway to her lips. Outside, the rain was drumming against the […]

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— “Your mother registered her new husband at my apartment? I’ll have both of them evicted through the courts,” I said to my husband.

Your mother registered her new husband in my apartment? I’m evicting both of them through the courts,” I flung the documents onto the table and stared at my husband. Sergey turned pale. He slowly raised his head from his phone, and I noticed his hands trembling. “Lena, calm down. It’s temporary… just for a couple […]

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Oh no, my dear daughter-in-law, you’re not coming on vacation with us—no need for you to ruin our summer,’ my mother-in-law told me.

“So? Are we going to the seaside?” Anya raised her eyes to her husband, who was intently studying the calendar on the kitchen wall. “Of course we are,” Vlad smiled, though not very confidently. “I talked to my parents yesterday. As usual, they’re getting vouchers for the Sea Breeze resort, two weeks in July.” “And […]

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My sister will go on vacation even if I have to sell your dacha! Get that through your head,” said the husband — but his wife taught him a harsh lesson.

Tatyana was wiping dust off the chest of drawers in the living room when she heard the familiar sound of keys in the lock. Her husband had come home from work an hour earlier than usual, and that could mean only one thing—more news about his sister Marina. “Tanechka,” Igor called from the hallway, “we’re […]

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Oh, Sasha and his family won’t be coming to us anymore.” — the wife figured out how to drive her husband’s relatives away once and for all.

Marina stood by the living room window, watching two boys racing across her perfectly trimmed lawn with a soccer ball. One of them, seven-year-old Danil, had just kicked the ball straight into the rosebush she’d been tending for three years. The other, nine-year-old Maksim, was shouting something loudly about a goal and victory. “Here they […]

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