When my ex-husband suddenly said that he wanted to reconnect with our daughter, I thought that maybe he was finally ready to be the father she deserved. I never imagined the real reason for his sudden interest. The truth made my blood boil. Being a single mother of a five-year-old girl is not as easy … Read more
I vividly recall the fragrance of the fresh flowers at the wedding. The pristine white linens, the clinking of crystal glasses, the murmur of laughter—none of it could obscure the insignificance I experienced that day.My name is Isabelle Hart. I have never originated from wealth. During college, I had two jobs, frequently forgoing meals to … Read more
The boom of a crimson Ferrari engine shattered the tranquilly of the suburban street. Onlookers stared as the opulent vehicle raced by, the maid’s white apron billowing dramatically while she clutched the steering wheel, her hands still encased in yellow cleaning gloves. A little girl in the passenger seat lay asleep, her pallid face against … Read more
IDivorced, my husband threw an old pillow at me with a sneer. When I unzipped it to wash it, I was stunned by what was inside… Héctor and I had been married for five years. From the very first day I became his wife, I grew accustomed to his cold words and indifferent glances. Héctor … Read more
Natalya was hauling bags up to the fourth floor, cursing the broken elevator. The October rain had soaked through her jacket, and all she wanted was a hot shower and some peace. Working as an architect in a design bureau was draining—especially when clients changed plans at the last minute. The key turned in the … Read more
Yana pushed open the apartment door and immediately caught the low hum of voices coming from the kitchen. Her husband, Igor, was in there with his mother—Valentina Stepanovna—who had shown up that morning and, as usual, made the kitchen her base camp. “So what’s with the TV?” Igor was asking. “It’s ancient,” his mother complained. … Read more
Yana pushed the apartment door open and immediately heard voices from the kitchen. Her husband Igor was talking with his mother—Valentina Stepanovna. The woman had arrived in the morning and settled in the kitchen, as usual. “So what’s going on with the TV?” Igor asked. “It’s gotten really old,” the mother-in-law complained. “The picture is … Read more
“Who is this?” Sergey Alexandrovich asked, voice cold as steel, the moment Anna stepped over the threshold with a newborn bundled against her chest. There was no gladness, no wonder—only a flint of irritation. “Do you honestly expect me to accept this?” He had come home from yet another weeks-long business trip: contracts, meetings, … Read more
Zhanna smoothed her hair and looked at Max’s parents’ house. The two-story brick mansion had always seemed too big for two elderly people. Well, ready?” Max pulled the bags from the trunk. “Of course,” she smiled. Fifteen years of marriage had taught her how to hide awkwardness. The door was opened by Irina Vasilievna. Made … Read more
A dense, airless quiet pressed against the apartment, saturated with incense and the fading sweetness of lilies. Marina sat hunched at the edge of the couch as if the silence itself weighed on her shoulders. The black dress clung and itched, a rough reminder of why the rooms felt so lifeless: she had buried her … Read more