Trying to take my apartment and money away? Too bad I turned out to be smarter, huh, Maxim?” — I smirked at my husband.

Elena woke up first, as usual. Maxim was sleeping beside her, arms spread out over the blanket. The sun was breaking through the thick curtains, lighting up the familiar outlines of the bedroom. Three years ago, she had brought her husband into her home. Now, sometimes it seemed that it was Elena who was living … Read more

— I found a five-year-old girl in the field, raised her, loved her like my own. But who could have guessed…

Stop!” I shouted across the entire field, but the small figure kept slowly moving between the stalks. August was scorching hot. I was returning from the river, carrying a bucket of laundry, when I noticed her — a five-year-old girl in a shabby dress. She was walking strangely, as if in a trance. “Hey, little … Read more

The waitress froze, seeing her husband in front of her — the one who had died seven years ago… When she finally came to her senses and approached him…

The evening at the café was going as usual—calm, measured, as if time itself decided to linger on this cozy note. Anya skillfully carried orders, moving between tables with her usual grace, as if she knew every step in advance. Her movements were precise, her face lit up with a friendly smile, and her voice … Read more

You gave birth to two? I’m leaving — I want to live for myself!” my husband declared. And thirty years later, our sons became his bosses.

“Finally,” I sighed, feeling the key turn in the lock. Viktor entered the apartment, dropped his travel bag on the floor, and wearily rubbed his face. It had been six months since he left for his work rotation. Six months we hadn’t seen each other. He smelled of expensive cologne, dust, and a foreign city. … Read more

A desperate orphan with a suitcase knocked on the door of a restaurant. The owner was stunned when he learned her last name.

You will become the brightest star, the most talented of all. They will surely notice you, and your name will appear on all the posters.” Sophia cried, burying her face in the blanket that covered her father. His hand, weak but still warm, slid through her hair. “Don’t cry, my girl, please. You can’t fool … Read more