“Be careful with your words,” Angela said, addressing her husband without taking her eyes off the glass of champagne she slowly turned in her hands. Denis smiled — finally, his wife was paying attention to him. All evening she seemed not to notice his presence, even though he was the reason for the celebration. […]
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Anastasia was in her third year at the Faculty of Economics when she met Igor. The guy worked as a courier for a transport company, earning thirty-five thousand, but he dreamed of more. He said he would soon find something serious, decently paid. Nastya believed him because she loved him. They had a modest wedding, […]
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— “Dusty, Darina. I taught you that you need to start cleaning from the top down. First wipe the cabinets, then the shelves, and only then do the floor.” Galina Viktorovna’s voice—level and devoid of emotion—cut through the silence of the entryway. Her index finger, crowned with an impeccable manicure, slowly drew a line across […]
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“…The potatoes turned out especially good today. Just like when I was a kid,” Stas said, spearing a golden-brown slice with his fork and popping it into his mouth with obvious pleasure, eyes closing in satisfaction. “And these cutlets of yours… pure magic.” Lena smiled—not the tired, automatic smile people wear after a workday, but […]
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“Sir, please help us—we’re lost!” the children anxiously called out to Viktor Alexeyevich, having no idea how it might all end. Viktor Alexeyevich had known this forest since childhood. His family used to come here to pick mushrooms and berries, and years later he still kept that tradition. The woods reminded him of happy times—when […]
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I always thought betrayal was something loud, theatrical. Like in the movies: shattered dishes, shouting, a slamming door. In my life it arrived on tiptoe, in the silence of an empty house that smelled of apple pie and broken hopes. That day, as usual, I was waiting for Viktor to come home for dinner. For […]
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“I’m Filing For Divorce,” Natasha Announced. “You’re Hilarious,” Her Husband Snorted. 03.11.2025admin Natasha clenched the phone in her hand, staring at the message from her husband: “Mom is coming tomorrow at 10 a.m. Clean the apartment, especially the kitchen. Last time she found crumbs under the fridge.” She took a deep breath. Today had been […]
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That evening was woven from silence and autumn chill. Anna, who had stayed late at the library finishing the annual reports before a strict inspection, was walking the short way home through the park. The air was thick and damp, smelling of damp leaves, smoke from distant chimneys, and something bitter-spicy that late October […]
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Alina stared at the WhatsApp invitation for a long time. “Let’s meet like adults. Talk. No drama. Dimka.” She wanted to delete the message. Everything had already been decided: divorce, division of property, her apartment would remain with her — thankfully, the paperwork was in order. But something twinged inside. Maybe he really did […]
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Galina stood in the middle of her tiny kitchen, where there was barely enough space for a table and two chairs. Her hands were trembling with anger, and tears glistened in her eyes, which she stubbornly held back. Kirill, her husband for the last three years, was leaning against the doorframe with the look […]
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