My husband and his brother were selling my jewelry, thinking I wouldn’t notice. Everything came to light during a family dinner.
Arina froze in the bedroom doorway, watching her husband, Dmitry, adjust his tie in front of the mirror. “Dima, have you seen my sapphire earrings? The white-gold ones my mom gave me for my thirtieth.” Dmitry kept fussing with his tie without even turning around. “No, I have no idea where they could be. Why—are […]
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