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

— What vacation?! What?! Vika, your sister is drowning in loans! So until you and your husband help her pay everything off, you’re not going anywhere! Period!

— “…so tomorrow we’re going to buy the tickets! Can you imagine, Mom? Finally! Direct flights, all the way to the ocean,” Vika’s voice rang with unfeigned happiness. She set a box of pastries from her mother’s favorite confectionery on the table—a small ritual offering meant to soften the news and share the joy. Andrei, … Read more