Anya was sitting in the armchair, looking at a lipstick. It wasn’t hers… She never wears lipstick. And certainly not such a bright red color.

Anya was sitting in the armchair, examining a lipstick. It wasn’t hers… She never wore lipstick. Especially not such a bright red color. Once, having found a long black hair on the car headrest, Anya asked her husband whose it was, since she was a brunette with a bob haircut. “Ah… don’t stress about it. … Read more

The son kicked his father out of the house at the insistence of his wife… But a random encounter in the park turned everything upside down…

He sat on the cold metal bench, wrapped in a worn-out cloak—once worn while working as a master at the housing office. His name was Nikolai Andreevich. A pensioner, widower, father of a single son, and, as he had once thought, a happy grandfather. But all of that collapsed one day. When his son brought … Read more

Darling, the apartment doesn’t belong to me—it’s Mom’s, so you can file for divorce,” Yana said calmly to Dima.

Are you sure?” the realtor reviewed the documents once more. “A deed of gift is serious. It will be difficult to reverse later.” “I’m sure,” Yana signed. Her hand did not tremble—she had decided everything. The May morning bathed the notary office in sunlight. The air conditioner hummed peacefully on the windowsill, and the reception … Read more

The son of poor parents saw a wealthy woman throw a strange wriggling bag into the river… What he found inside changed their lives forever!

A warm May day wrapped the park in golden light. Lyova and Misha, both wearing identical school trousers and blue shirts, sat on the grass, and nearby, stretched out at full puppy length, lay Rex — a large, shaggy Alabai with a wet nose and kind, almost human eyes. “Look what he can do!” Lyova … Read more

My husband and mother-in-law committed me to a psychiatric hospital to take my money, but they didn’t know that the chief doctor was my ex, who owes me a great debt.

Just rest, dear,” Stas’s sticky voice sounded overly caring. “A couple of weeks in a good sanatorium — and you’ll be fine again. You’ll regain your strength.” I tried to focus my gaze on my husband. My head was buzzing like it was stuffed with wet cotton. “I don’t want to go to a sanatorium,” … Read more