On the aircraft, Ethan Cross—self-made billionaire, thirty-something and allergic to chance—caught a silhouette that detonated memory a few rows ahead:

Ethan Cross, a self-made billionaire pushing forty, almost never flew commercial. Today, he didn’t have a choice. A sudden mechanical fault sidelined his jet, and the keynote at a global tech summit in Zurich wouldn’t wait. He grudgingly took a first-class seat. The trappings were fine—champagne, legroom, hush—but he hated sharing air with strangers. In … Read more

Pack your junk and get out of here!” — the mother-in-law came to throw Vika out of her own apartment

 Vika picked up the grocery bag and unhurriedly climbed to the fifth floor. September rain tapped against the stairwell windows, and her heart felt calm. In the six months since the divorce, life had finally fallen into place. No one demanded explanations about where she’d spent money, no one criticized her cooking or fumed about … Read more

Are you out of your mind? Making me pay for a party I wasn’t even invited to?” the wife snapped

Love checked the bank app notifications while she waited for the bus. Her salary as a sales manager at a large IT company allowed for a comfortable life—eighty thousand a month plus bonuses. Igor worked as a mechanic at a factory, earned about thirty thousand, and didn’t make much effort to look for anything better. … Read more

At a family dinner my mother-in-law humiliated me in front of all the relatives. But everyone fell silent when I played on my phone her conversation with her lover…

— “Karina, you should at least eat properly,” my mother-in-law, Zinaida Arkadyevna, said, her voice scraping my nerves like a dull knife. “You’ve gone practically transparent. What is our Dmitry thinking? Skin and bones.” Family games I slowly lifted my eyes from the plate with the barely touched salad. The entire Voropayev family was at … Read more

“My wife will buy an apartment — and then I’ll file for divorce and take half.” Anya stumbled across her husband’s messages, where he’d written exactly that to someone.

Anya Karpenko jolted awake at half past six to the bang of the front door. Igor had slipped out the way he always did—no kiss, no goodbye, just the blunt punctuation of a life shared in silence. She rolled onto her other side, pressed her face into the pillow, and tried to drift back under. … Read more

“Leaving? And who’s going to pay off your parents’ loan?” the husband asked his wife.

Alka froze in the bedroom doorway, watching Misha hurriedly tie the laces on his scuffed sneakers. His movements were fussy, jittery—like he was trying to run from an inevitable conversation. “So you’re going to an interview in a tracksuit?” There was no anger in her voice, only surprise. Misha didn’t look up, still fussing with … Read more

No one at the company really noticed her.

 No one at the company really noticed her. She arrived before dawn and stayed long after everyone left, working quietly without a single word. Always dressed the same—simple clothes, yellow gloves, and a faded headscarf that shadowed her face. They called her “the Ghost” or just “the cleaner.” Her real name was a mystery, never … Read more

You’re no longer my daughter! Get out of my house!” — my mother kicked me out when I refused to share the inheritance

You’re No Longer My Daughter! Get Out Of My House!” — My Mother Kicked Me Out When I Refused To Share The Inheritance 03.08.2025admin Svetlana pulled the last purchases out of her bag. Milk, bread, medicine for her mother. She had spent money again—money she already barely had. There was almost nothing left for her … Read more

Victoria was cutting bread for breakfast when the doorbell rang. Artem lifted his head from the phone.

I gave it to Mom a month ago,” Victoria corrected him. Artem’s face changed. His eyebrows furrowed, his lips tightened. “Why?” he asked sharply. “Mom dreamed her whole life of having her own summer house. She found a suitable plot with a cottage,” Victoria explained. “I decided to help her fulfill that dream.” “Wonderful!” Artem … Read more

My husband took out a loan in my name to buy a gift for his mother — but my revenge turned out more expensive than a crocodile bag

Saturday turned out quiet. Outside the window, a fine drizzle ran down the glass in uneven trails, and inside the apartment, the air smelled of freshly brewed tea and that special Saturday silence when you can finally relax after a hard-working week. Nika settled into the old armchair—the very one they had inherited from her … Read more