My father-in-law screamed, “You damned freeloader!” and hit me with a frying pan. In the morning, the bank reported an 80-million transfer to my account.

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The phone rang in the middle of dinner. The whole family was at the table—Katya with her husband Denis, his parents, and his younger sister Angela. Family games “Don’t answer,” the father-in-law grunted. “It’s rude to be on the phone at the table.” But it rang again. Katya gave the relatives an apologetic look and … Read more

“We’ll sell your shop and buy an apartment for my sister.” Her husband had no idea what storm he’d called down with that one sentence.

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 Anna dried her hands on a towel and stepped back to admire the bouquet of white roses she’d just finished for a loyal client. Outside, a thin October drizzle polished the street to a gray shine; inside, the air was crisp and alive—the complicated perfume of greens and petals she always called “the scent of … Read more

“You won’t achieve anything in court!” my ex-husband cackled. But when the wife’s attorney walked into the hall, silence fell—and he started to cry…

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You won’t get anything in court!” my ex-husband cackled. But when my attorney walked into the hall, silence fell—and he started to cry. His laughter echoed down the empty courthouse corridor—cloying, humiliating. He stood surrounded by his “entourage”: an expensive lawyer with a crocodile-skin briefcase and his mother, who looked at me with forced sympathy … Read more

— “It’s MINE!” Nastya slammed her palm on the table. “My apartment. My parents registered it under my name. You moved into it as my husband. That’s it!”

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  Nastya was tired. Not so much from work, or the renovation, or daily routine, but from this invisible intrusion that had gone on far too long. In her own apartment she felt like a guest—and all because of one person. Or rather, two: Ivan and his mother. Wedding jewelry When her parents left her … Read more

— “So, lining your pockets with the apartment at your mother’s urging turned out to be more important than your wife! Now you have neither a home nor a family!” I shouted, dragging the suitcase.

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Olga was rearranging the photos on the shelf, admiring the sunbeams streaming through the windows of their two-room apartment. Two and a half years ago her parents had given their daughter this place as a wedding present—a cozy home in a quiet part of the city. Her mother had said then, “May you have a … Read more

“‘Good riddance!’ my husband said. Not even a month passed before he was left without a business or money and came running to me. My answer destroyed him.”

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“Good riddance! — his voice thundered through our tiny entryway. — Without you, I’ll only be better off!” He was so sure he was right. So drunk on his sudden “freedom.” He had no idea he’d just signed, with his own hands, a death sentence for his business and his future. He thought he’d gotten … Read more

The Husband Humiliated His Wife in Front of Everyone at the Party — and Three Days Later Regretted His Words

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Clinking crystal glasses rang through the spacious living room, where friends and relatives had gathered for the traditional summer celebration. Anna, as always, bustled around the table, arranging appetizers and checking whether everyone had enough napkins. Her slender fingers, adorned with a simple wedding band, fluttered over the table like birds. “Anya, sit down already!” … Read more

She dropped by her husband’s work—and overheard his conversation with a friend. She still can’t believe it could be true.

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  Anna stood in the kitchen, immersed in pleasant chores. Outside, morning was slowly breaking, filling the room with a soft golden light. Today she had a day off—the first after weeks of intense work—and she had planned every hour in advance. “Anyuta, how about we hit the shops? Refresh your wardrobe, have a little … Read more

The husband said: “I’m young—why would I live with a vegetable?” and left for another woman. And a down-and-out drifter moved into his disabled wife’s house.

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 Outside the village store, smelling of fresh bread and dust, tempers, as always, were running high. The local gossips, gathered on the worn steps, were picking apart their neighbors’ lives. Today’s main topic was Viktor—the strapping fellow, the village’s prize catch—who had left his wife, Anna.   — “Hear this? Vitka’s run off to the … Read more

The husband brought his mistress home and said, “We’ll live together, the three of us.” He didn’t expect me to smile — and offer his mistress a deal…

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Vadim didn’t come into the apartment alone. Behind his broad back, as if hiding and peeking out at the same time, stood a young girl. Her hand clenched the strap of an unnaturally bright bag, and her eyes drank in the details of our entryway with greedy curiosity — the massive mirror in an oak … Read more