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Either You Forgive the Affair, or You Leave!” her husband gave her an ultimatum, forgetting one thing… “Either you forgive the affair, or you leave,” Igor said, without even moving his plate aside. “Repeat that.” “You forgive me — we live together. You don’t forgive me — pack your things and go to your mother’s. I’m tired of all these arguments.” “With whom?” “Katya from the department. It was nothing serious. It happened. You’re always busy with your reports anyway.” “Igor.” “What?” “Clean up after yourself. And let’s clarify: either I forgive you and stay, or I don’t forgive you and leave. Right?” “Right.” “And the third option?” “What third option?” “You leave.” “What are you talking about? This is my family, my…” He stopped short. “Whose apartment is it?” “Ours… well, yours. But that’s not humane.” “Humane is not cheating,” I said, picking up a napkin. “You spilled coffee on the table.” “Let’s talk normally tonight. Emotions are running high…” He grabbed his keys. “I gave you an ultimatum. Think about it.” He closed the door carefully behind him. I immediately opened my notes and wrote: Locksmith — change the lock cylinder. Boxes. Homeowners’ association — change the code. Call Olya.” Who exactly was supposed to move out here? “He actually said that?” Olya hissed into the phone. “‘Forgive me and we live together, don’t forgive me and leave’? What is he thinking with?” “He was calm. As if he were approving a schedule.” “How are you?” “Empty. I’m not crying. Just making a to-do list.” “Excellent. Then let’s get practical. Locksmith? Boxes? Documents? Inventory photos? Unlink the Smart TV?” “Yes. And one more thing: he isn’t registered at my place. He’s registered at his mother’s in Balashikha. The apartment is mine, transferred to me by gift deed before the marriage. The utility bills are in my name.” “Then you’re not the one moving out. Do it quickly before evening. I’ll come over.” “No need to persuade me.” “I’m not coming to persuade you. I’m bringing bags.” I took my laptop and wrote in the work chat: “I’ll work remotely today.” Then I ordered a locksmith and boxes, and called the homeowners’ association about changing the intercom code. “Hello, locksmith? Yes, today, if possible around two.” “Courier? Four boxes. Light ones. Yes, delivery to the floor.” “Homeowners’ association? Can the code be changed tomorrow? I’ll come with my passport.” Igor sent a message: “I’ll stop by at six. We’ll talk. Don’t get hysterical.” I switched my phone to airplane mode. When Words Are Cheaper Than Boxes The locksmith arrived around half past two: a toolbox, precise movements. “Should we install a proper lock cylinder, not a cheap Chinese one?” “A proper one.” Five minutes later, it was done. I signed the receipt and checked the door. The boxes arrived forty minutes later. I packed sweaters, jeans, shirts “for meetings,” sneakers, and his electronics into a separate bag. I photographed the contents of each box and labeled them with a marker: “Igor. Personal belongings.” I called his mother in advance. “Alla Ivanovna, good afternoon. It’s Dasha. Igor will pick up some of his things today, and we’ll move the rest tomorrow. I can bring them to you, if that’s convenient.” “Dasha, are you two fighting? Family takes work…” “I’m not discussing it. Can you accept the boxes before six?” “All right, bring them.” At that moment Olya arrived — bags, candy, and a roll of trash bags. “What do you say when he comes?” “Keep it short. No stories about ‘why’ and ‘how.’ He gets twenty minutes for essentials. The rest goes tomorrow with movers.” “He’ll pressure you.” “I’m ready.” At six, I turned my phone back on. There were several messages from Igor and one missed call from his mother. I didn’t call back. He arrived ten minutes to seven and, out of habit, pulled the handle. It didn’t open. “You changed the lock?” he raised his voice. “Open up…” Continued just below in the first comment

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Either you forgive the cheating, or you leave,” Igor said, without even pushing his plate away. “Say that again.” “You forgive me, we keep living together. You don’t forgive me, pack your things and go to your mother’s. I’m tired of these interrogations.” “With whom?” “Katya from the department. It was nothing. It just happened. … Read more

My mother is moving in with us. She’ll feel calmer that way!” my husband declared. “This apartment is mine. Find somewhere else. I’m not going to live with your mother,” I replied.

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Evening always seemed to arrive somehow suddenly. Only moments ago, the last rays of the sun had been burning outside the window, clinging to the glass high-rises, and now there was a thick, velvety blue darkness stitched with the yellow dots of windows and neon signs. Olga sat in the silence of her living room, … Read more

I’m back!” Victor proudly announced four years after their second divorce. “This time, everything is real.”

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Lena, I’m back,” her ex-husband announced solemnly, as if declaring victory in a war. “I’ve realized I made a terrible mistake. You are the best woman I’ve ever had in my life.” Victor stood in the doorway — her twice-former husband, the man she had divorced four years earlier. In his hands was a bouquet … Read more

After my heart attack, my husband announced, “I’m going to the Maldives with my mistress. The tickets are bought. Goodbye!” But later, he came crawling back.

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Natalya opened her eyes and saw a white ceiling. The bright light cut into her pupils, and the first thing that came to her mind was where she was and why it hurt so much to breathe. It felt as if her chest were being squeezed in a vise; every breath came with difficulty. “She’s … Read more

“I gave my parents a country house. They sold it and bought my sister a car. But there’s one thing you can’t buy: a conscience…”

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Natasha saw the photo in her feed by accident. Vika was standing next to a new foreign car — white, with a red bow on the hood. The caption read: “Thanks to my parents! Now I’ll get to the kids faster!” Her knuckles turned white. Natasha gripped her phone. She called her mother. “Hello?” “What … Read more

My sister and her children have already moved into your house!” the groom declared right at the wedding. I took off my veil and ended it.

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Galina Stepanovna rose from the table as if she were about to announce an amnesty. She adjusted her collar, smoothed her napkin — slowly, with a theatrical pause. Kirill sat beside her, tense and ready. Vera suddenly understood: they had rehearsed this. “Dear guests! I want to announce our gift to the newlyweds!” Vera clenched … Read more

“I am your mother! And I don’t care that you have a wife and children! First and foremost, you are supposed to provide for me, not them!”

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Denis, hello! I have amazing news for you!” Tamara Viktorovna’s voice rang through the phone with poorly restrained delight, like a tightened string. Denis grimaced, pushing the drawing away from himself. He was sitting in his humming open-plan office, and his mother’s triumphant call felt like a brass band invading the silence of a library. … Read more

Let’s move in with Mom and give the apartment to my brother—he’s having a hard time,” her husband mumbled.

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Katya stood by the window, gripping a cup of coffee that had already gone cold. Behind her, pages rustled—Sergey was leafing through the newspaper, pretending not to notice her tension. “We’ll move in with my mother, and give the apartment to my brother,” he finally said, without looking up from the news. “He’s having a … Read more