We were celebrating our little boy’s first birthday. Guests, presents, laughter. I thought it was the happiest day of my life. But then the door flew open, and she walked in—my mother-in-law. Without even looking at the guests, she jabbed a finger at me and screamed, “That child isn’t my Pavel’s! I’ll expose you for […]
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Arseny took the last quiche from the plate without even looking up from his phone. He chewed slowly, savoring it—the way people chew only something they truly like. Irina watched him lick his fingers, gathering flaky crumbs from the pads of his fingertips. Her mother, Lidiya Pavlovna, had brought those quiches that morning, still warm, […]
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Alexey stood in front of the door to his apartment, his keys trembling in his hand. Three days ago he had slammed this very door shut to teach Irina a lesson. Three days of proud absence at his ex’s dacha. Three days that were supposed to make his wife understand how deeply she had hurt […]
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Anna stood at the window of her living room, watching the wind ruffle the golden leaves of the old maple in the courtyard. This apartment was her quiet haven, her own little world—one she had inherited from her grandmother. An old building with high ceilings, decorative molding, wide windowsills where her favorite violets bloomed. Every […]
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