I’m not giving you the money from the sale of my premarital apartment!” I shouted, hiding the phone behind my back.

How much longer, Nastya?” Vitaly grimaced, staring at the macaroni and cheese. “Every day it’s the same. Pasta, buckwheat, pasta again. I’m sick of looking at it.” Anastasia placed another portion on his plate and gently patted his shoulder. “Vitalik, just a little longer. Next month my salary will be reviewed.” Vitaly irritably jerked his … Read more

Husband Hired a Caregiver for His Dying Wife and Left for His Mistress. When He Returned, He Didn’t Recognize His Own Home

Ruslan sat opposite the elderly woman, staring intently at her face, as if hoping to find a clue or justification for his actions. But in her eyes, he saw only silent, calm observation — the gaze of a person who had lived a life not without bitterness, but with dignity. And at that moment, Ruslan … Read more

The wife left with the children into nowhere, without looking back, and a year later, the husband finally spoke when he accidentally met his former family.

Sergey stood by the window, mechanically fiddling with a bundle of keys. The apartment, which had once seemed cramped for four, now felt oppressive with emptiness. Three days ago, Galina took the children and left. She just left, without shouting or hysterics, as if that was how it should be. Only a note on the … Read more

My husband left for the neighbor, and seven months later she showed up and demanded that our apartment be given away.

I sat in the kitchen, mechanically stirring tea that had long since cooled. The old clock on the wall ticked away, its steady sound a monotonous reminder—it’s been a month since I’ve been alone. A month since Viktor packed his things and left. Left her. Left Larisa from the third floor. —Galya, understand, it’s better … Read more

The millionaire kicked out his wife and children, but ten years later she returned and took everything from him.

Warm May evening gently enveloped the city as if wrapping it in a delicate blanket. Ksenia settled on the balcony of their new country house, watching Artem fussing with the grill in the yard. Four-year-old Lera, trying her best to help her dad, handed him all sorts of little things, while six-year-old Maxim tirelessly chased … Read more

He refused to pay for his wife’s surgery, chose a plot for her in the cemetery, and left for the sea with his mistress.

In one of the wards of an expensive private clinic, a young woman was quietly fading away. The doctors moved around her cautiously, as though afraid to disturb death itself. Periodically, they cast worried glances at the monitors, where the vital signs flickered weakly. It was clear to them: even the largest sums of money … Read more

In 1980, a blind child was thrown into my life; I raised him as my own, but I never expected what would happen to him.

— Who’s crying out there? Stepan, can you hear? In such dismal weather, someone is crying! — Probably it’s just the wind howling, Katyusha. What tears could there be on a night like this… I ran out onto the porch without even grabbing my scarf. The autumn rain whipped against my cheeks, yet I kept … Read more

My daughter sent me to a nursing home without even knowing that this building was mine. That’s when I decided to teach her a lesson.

My name is Tamara Alexeyevna. I am seventy-four years old. I used to have a full life: a loving husband, a beloved job, a warm home, and three children. But ten years ago, my husband passed away—his heart couldn’t take it. After he left, the house became empty, and I became unwanted. The children started … Read more

Don’t come to dad’s anniversary, don’t spoil the celebration with your presence. It will be awkward in front of the guests,» my mother said.

The phone rang just at the moment Ella was taking off her noise-cancelling headphones — sharp, piercing, as if someone suddenly threw open a window in a quiet room. “Hi, Ellochka,” Vera’s voice sounded too cheerful, with that very intonation behind which unpleasant words usually hide. “Listen, my mom and I were thinking… You know, … Read more

On our wedding anniversary, my husband put something in my glass. I decided to switch it with his sister’s glass.

At the evening wedding anniversary, my husband solemnly raised his glass. I followed his example but suddenly noticed: he quietly slipped something into my glass. A cold, uneasy feeling clenched my stomach. I decided not to take any risks. When everyone was distracted, I carefully swapped my glass with the glass of his sister sitting … Read more