— “Olya, I want a divorce. I’ve got a new high-level position, and you no longer measure up!” the husband brazenly declared.

Olga was leafing through a cooking magazine with rapt attention, making notes in the margins. A new recipe for French julienne struck her as especially interesting. “I should try adding porcini instead of button mushrooms,” she thought, imagining how she would surprise her husband with the unusual flavor.   Cooking had always been her passion. … Read more

Kristina, can I take your car?” Anton asked his wife. “I need to run a quick errand.”

— “Kristin, can I take your car?” Anton asked his wife. “I need to run a quick errand!” — “What’s wrong with yours?” Kristina looked at her husband questioningly. “It’s right there in the yard next to mine!” — “It’s low on gas, and I don’t want to stop at the station—there’s the usual line … Read more

Former Daughter-in-law Left Penniless with Kids — But What Happened a Month Later Shocked Her Ex’s Entire Family

Olesya frowned at the phone screen. A message from Vadim was short: “Filed for divorce. Take the kids and move out by Friday.” “What? Divorce?” She almost dropped her cup of tea. The phone rang immediately. Her mother-in-law’s name lit up on the screen. “Hello, Tamara Petrovna?” “Olesya, you already know, right?” The voice sounded … Read more

The Husband’s Parents Secretly Demanded Money from Their Daughter-in-Law, and After Three Months She Gave Them an Unexpected Surprise

 Yulia straightened the tablecloth and moved a plate a couple of centimeters to the right. The eighth time in the last ten minutes. The perfect dinner wasn’t working out. She heard the front door slam. “Pasha, is that you?” she called from the kitchen. “No, it’s the robbers!” her husband chuckled as he walked into … Read more

My mother-in-law was convinced that after the divorce I would support her out of fear, but she had no idea about my plans.

Mother-in-law was sure that after the divorce I’d keep supporting her out of fear, but she had no idea about my plans. Anna stared at the elderly woman with a suitcase standing at her door and couldn’t believe her eyes. Galina Sergeevna, her former mother-in-law, looked as if she’d just dropped by for tea with … Read more

Arriving at the hospital to visit her dying husband, a wealthy woman tossed a few bills at a beggar… then froze when a strange bit of advice stopped her in her tracks.

An impeccably dressed woman in a costly coat, gaze weighted and movements restrained, stepped into the weathered municipal hospital. The corridors breathed out the bite of antiseptic; the walls seemed to harbor all the small tragedies they had witnessed. She flinched—less at the smell than at the memories it stirred awake. Her husband—one of the … Read more

My husband brought a young woman into our home and said, “She’s the mistress here now.” I nodded and handed her a black envelope.

The door slammed with indifferent loudness, cutting off the sounds from the stairwell. Vadim stepped aside to let her go first. The girl. I knew they would come. He had called in the afternoon, his voice soaked with that brisk businesslike cheerfulness I’d learned to hate, and said that in the evening there would be … Read more

— The apartment is mine, from before the marriage, which means get out of here,” the daughter-in-law, pushed to the breaking point, pointed her mother-in-law to the door.

Lena stood on the threshold of her bedroom, staring at the wreck Valentina Petrovna had made of her closet. Half the shelves gaped empty, as if a hurricane had blown through. On the bed lay a neat stack of survivors—gray blouses, dark knee-length skirts, nondescript cardigans. Everything her mother-in-law deemed fit for a married woman. … Read more

— And what are you doing here? We didn’t think you’d show up,” the sister-in-law muttered in confusion when she saw Rita standing on the threshold of the dacha.

Rita turned off the engine and looked at the country house through the windshield. Nothing seemed to have changed—the same blue roof, the same birches around the perimeter of the plot, the same gate her father had once painted green. The only odd thing was that the veranda light was on. Maybe the neighbors? Except…the … Read more

— “Take your little runt and get out of here—my son gave me this house!” shrieked the mother-in-law.

Natalya was standing at the stove, stirring the soup, when she heard a familiar little cough behind her. Valentina Yegorovna walked into the kitchen with her particular gait—slow and stately, like a general inspecting his domain. “You’ve overcooked the potatoes again,” the mother-in-law peered into the pot over her daughter-in-law’s shoulder. “Is that how you … Read more