That evening, I stayed in the kitchen longer than usual. Sergey was already asleep, but I just couldn’t tear myself away from my phone—I was scrolling through the statement for our joint card. Something wasn’t right.

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That evening I stayed in the kitchen longer than usual. Sergey was already asleep, but I couldn’t tear myself away from my phone — scrolling through the statement from our joint card. Something was wrong. “Seventy thousand… Another fifty… And here,” I muttered under my breath, taking a sip of cold tea. “What does this … Read more

During the operation, the surgeon suddenly recognized a bracelet on the young woman’s wrist — a bracelet once given many years ago to his late wife.

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In a small town where everyone was known at least by sight, the name Alexey sounded like a promise — a promise of life, a chance, salvation. His surname was synonymous with medical skill, a symbol of generations of doctors whose dedication to the profession knew no bounds. It was more than a tradition — … Read more

While he was transferring the property to his relatives, I gathered the divorce documents.

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I noticed the folder by accident. Yesterday, Kolya brought another batch of papers — “work stuff, Val, nothing interesting.” Usually, I didn’t meddle with his documents. For thirty-two years of marriage, we had invisible but strong boundaries: the kitchen, cleaning, grandchildren — that was mine; bills, documents, property — that was his. But this morning, … Read more

Ha-ha… Decided to marry a kikimora?” — his friends mocked him, but when they showed up at the wedding, they shut their mouths.

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One morning, Lesha woke up with the feeling that something had to change drastically. Otherwise, he simply wouldn’t be able to endure it. He was afraid to think about how things would end if he continued living with this woman. His wife. The mother of his children. The revelation came early — within the first … Read more

He drove his wife out of his life, but after a few years, he came crawling back to her on his knees, begging for her to give him a job.

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I’m filing for divorce.” Artyom stood in the doorway of the office, his hands shoved into the pockets of his fashionable pants, looking somewhere above Ksenia’s head. His eyes, usually warm and glowing, now appeared cold as ice. Ksenia put down her planner and slowly raised her head. Her husband’s words hit her like a … Read more

He announced to his wife that he had gone bankrupt and demanded that they sell the apartment, but in reality, he wanted only one thing.

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It seemed that Kirill had thought of everything: fictitious bankruptcy, divorce, secret accounts. But he had forgotten that Anya was not just a «modest housewife.» Behind the borscht and baby blankets was a woman capable of turning his lies into financial ruin. When the last illusions collapsed, there remained only one question: what was scarier—losing … Read more

The rich man gave a farm to the first person he met. When he lost his business, he went to ask for a place to stay, to see how they would repay his kindness.

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– Well, where do you think you’re going?! Semyon, of course, understood that he wasn’t perfect either, but he couldn’t help thinking about it. But what was it with her, walking on the road like that? Crossing the street at the wrong place, and holding a child of about five by the hand – that … Read more