At my son’s wedding, something in me recoiled from the bride. It wasn’t anything you could point to—no obvious flaw, no slip of demeanor—just a tremor in the air around her.

Isabella Rossi looked like perfection incarnate. Too immaculate, too polished—like a person assembled by a curator with exquisite taste and a steady hand. When my son, David, brought her into our lives six months ago, the light in his face—blinding, boyish, unguarded—almost undid me. I wanted to like her. I tried with every scrap of … Read more

My husband dragged his son’s suitcases into my apartment — “Get used to it, he lives here now, and you’ll be the one feeding him.”

Natalya was hauling bags up to the fourth floor, cursing the broken elevator. The October rain had soaked through her jacket, and all she wanted was a hot shower and some peace. Working as an architect in a design bureau was draining—especially when clients changed plans at the last minute. The key turned in the … Read more

The mother-in-law didn’t invite her son’s wife to the anniversary, and eleven days later she called to ask for help. The daughter-in-law’s reply surprised everyone.

Elena was arranging kitchen towels on the shelves—brand-new ones with a delicate floral pattern—when her phone vibrated. She sighed: four missed calls from Katya, a friend from work. Probably some nonsense. Elena went back to the cabinet, but the phone started buzzing again. “Len, why aren’t you picking up?” Katya rattled off. “Do you know … Read more

— And where are we supposed to spend the night?” “Looks like almost everything’s ready,” Maya set aside her planner.

And where are we supposed to sleep?” “Looks like almost everything’s ready,” Maya set her planner aside. There was very little time left before the wedding, and the to-do list that had seemed impossibly long had finally shrunk to a few items. “All that’s left is to pick up the dress and suit from the … Read more

— “You’ll transfer all the inheritance money to my mother. Don’t you dare argue—or it’s divorce!” the husband declared.

Natalya walked out of the notary’s office with a folder of documents, clutching it tightly to her chest. Six months of waiting were finally over—Grandmother Yelena Nikolayevna had left her granddaughter a substantial sum in her will. A sum that could radically change the family’s life. An autumn wind tugged at her hair; yellow leaves … Read more

— “You’re my wife, not some random woman! Which means you should help my relatives!” my husband declared a week before our anniversary.

June sunlight flooded the spacious kitchen where Anna was leisurely making morning coffee. The foam was rising in the cezve, and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee was spreading through the apartment. Igor appeared in the doorway, carelessly fastening his shirt. “Good morning! It smells wonderful!” Anna poured the coffee into cups, knowing that … Read more

Kristina, can I take your car?” Anton asked his wife. “I need to run a quick errand.”

— “Kristin, can I take your car?” Anton asked his wife. “I need to run a quick errand!” — “What’s wrong with yours?” Kristina looked at her husband questioningly. “It’s right there in the yard next to mine!” — “It’s low on gas, and I don’t want to stop at the station—there’s the usual line … Read more

Get out of my house, you decrepit old hag! Show your face here one more time and I’ll kick you out of here!

The silence was crystalline, fragile, and bottomless, like a lake on a moonlit night. Veronika was sinking into it as into a fluffy cotton cocoon, desperately clinging to each moment of precious oblivion. After twenty-eight days of an endless marathon at work—where reports blurred before her eyes into one continuous gray canvas and the open … Read more

Throw this beggar out onto the street!” screeched the manager at the supermarket where I was working as a mystery shopper.

Everything turned out to be simpler than I’d thought. I just went in, tried on a couple of things, asked the salespeople a few standard questions, and left. That evening I filled out the report and got a small fee. Then came other checks—restaurants, car dealerships, even medical centers. I got into the rhythm of … Read more

— Gena, and since when do you get to decide who will live in my apartment and who won’t? Who are you here? You’re not even my husband, and you’re already dragging a crowd of your…

— Katya, I’ve got bombshell news! My folks are coming soon! Gena burst into the kitchen, shining like a freshly polished samovar, and tossed his backpack onto a chair. Katya, who was stirring vegetables in the pan, glanced back for just a second, noting that his boots had once again left a trail of street … Read more