“You’re signing the apartment over to your mother? Fine—then I’m signing something too: a divorce petition,” the daughter-in-law told her husband.
Her mother-in-law walked into the apartment without calling—like she always did. She’d had a key from day one, back when Denis first brought Natasha to that cramped two-bedroom Khrushchev-era flat. Five years ago, Valentina Petrovna had smiled sweetly and said, “Just in case, kids—what if you need help urgently?” Now the key wasn’t “help.” It […]
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