“You trusted your mother more than me? Fine—here’s the DNA, choke on it!” Yulia said, and filed for divorce.
Yulia sat at the kitchen table, peering out the window where a fine autumn rain was falling. A cup of long-cold tea stood nearby. She tried to understand when everything had gone wrong—when the chill between her and Boris had turned into an entire wall of ice. — Sashenka, careful there, — Yulia said in […]
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