You wanted a divorce? Here you go! The apartment is mine, the car is mine, and the children don’t want to see you!” I said, closing the door behind him.
Nadezhda had always known how to work. At twenty‑two, after earning her degree in economics, she got a job at a small company. Five years later, she was already heading the finance department at a large firm. Her schedule—six days a week, often staying late into the evening—never elicited a single complaint from her. Everyone … Read more