So you talked your son into divorcing me? And the apartment’s in my name. Tough luck,” Olya laughed in her mother-in-law’s face

  Where are the boxes? I’m asking you, where are the boxes?” Tamara Petrovna didn’t walk into the hallway, she sailed in, carrying her impressive bust in front of her like a medal for services to the motherland. Behind her, trying not to step on the rug with his dirty boots, slipped in Igor Sergeevich, […]

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Son, I took your idiot wife’s card, and there was nothing on it! I embarrassed myself in front of the entire restaurant!” the mother-in-law threw a tantrum.

Ekaterina stepped out of the shower and wrapped her hair in a towel. The apartment was quiet—Maxim was probably at the computer in the other room. She walked into the kitchen, poured herself some water, and only then noticed that the bag on the chair was slightly open. Strange. She was sure she had zipped […]

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