I’m home,” Irina said sharply to her husband, “and I just threw out your mistress from the house.

Irina was hurrying home. She missed her native town, her favorite street, and her apartment terribly. After being away for half a year, even the familiar streets that flashed by in taxi windows seemed a little different. More than anything, Irina now longed to sink into a bathtub filled with fragrant foam—to wash away the […]

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My husband, despite all his kin, verbally abused me by calling me a pauper, but he didn’t know that I owned the auto repair shop where he worked.

  Do you think we could move into a place like that? You’ve dreamed of it for so long, haven’t you?” I asked while examining pictures of houses on my laptop screen. Igor snorted and put down his fork. “On your salary? Let’s be honest, Anya, the whole budget runs on me. And I’m just […]

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