“My husband secretly transferred everything to his mistress. He didn’t know that his accountant wife had been preparing her own surprise for ten years…”

“I moved everything. We own nothing now.” Oleg tossed the line out as casually as he’d fling his car keys onto the hall table. He didn’t even glance at me—just stripped off the pricey tie I’d given him for our last anniversary. I stopped with a plate in my hand. Not from shock. From a … Read more

Overhearing my husband’s sister plotting to deprive me of our apartment — I gave her an unexpected surprise

  Marina shoved the dirty plates into the dishwasher and set it to express wash. The Friday dinner had gone well; Igor was wolfing down her signature mushroom pie. Even Nastya—who always wrinkled her nose at anything cooked by “that upstart,” as she called Marina behind her back—ate two slices.   “I’m jumping in the … Read more

All my money is mine, and yours is yours,” my husband brayed, not knowing that tomorrow my father would fire him and put me in his place.

 — Come on, Anya, you’re like a child. My money is mine. Yours is yours. Totally fair, — Dima leaned back on the sofa and laughed loud and heartily. Child care services That laugh, which a year ago had seemed genuine and infectious, now clanged in my ears like cheap metal. He looked down at … Read more

“I’m sick of you. Sick of your care, your constant fussing, that eternally smiling face. ‘Kostya, your soup,’ ‘Kostya, your slippers,’ ‘Kostya, are you tired?’” her husband mocked bitterly as he bustled about packing his things. “It’s disgusting.

— I’m sick of you. Of your fussing, your constant baby talk, that ever-smiling face. ‘Kostyenchka, your soup; Kostyenchka, your slippers; Kostyenchka, you must be tired,’” her husband mocked as he packed his things. “It’s disgusting! I’m wrapped in your care like in sticky cobwebs. The kids are grown; no one owes anyone anything.” “Do … Read more

— “This is my home. I’m done playing hostess. Everyone out.” It was past time those impolite “guests” learned some manners.

  “Ksenia! Where have you disappeared to? The guests have been waiting half an hour for coffee! And cut the cake into larger pieces—Vasily Timofeyevich has a sweet tooth!” Her mother-in-law’s voice, Elena Petrovna’s, ricocheted through the apartment. Ksenia inhaled slowly, swallowing her irritation. A crowd of about ten had taken over the living room—every … Read more

We’ll sit at the table first with my mother,” my husband yelled — but then he ended up without a family and without dinner

Victoria woke up early, before dawn. Outside, the autumn wind was rustling, chasing yellow leaves around the yard. The rain had stopped only by night, and now puddles made the asphalt gleam. Victoria got out of bed, threw on a robe, and went to the kitchen. Her mother-in-law was coming today, which meant everything had … Read more

Millionaire Walked In at Midnight—and Froze: The Cleaning Lady Was Asleep, Cradling His Twins. And on her hand

The silence of the night was shattered like a crystal bell by twelve strokes from the antique mantel clock—an heirloom sentinel on the fireplace. Each strike was heavy and ringing, as if cast from pure time itself, and it thudded in his temples with a dull ache. Arthur Vandermond—whose name in business circles was spoken … Read more

— “Be quiet, don’t scare her off!” the groom hissed. “Tomorrow we’ll talk her into handing over the keys and put everything in our name.”

Anna adjusted her veil in front of the mirror and smiled at her reflection. There were only four weeks left until the wedding, and every morning brought a new wave of joyful excitement. At twenty-eight, she had finally found the one she wanted to spend her life with. Dmitry had entered Anna’s life eight months … Read more