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Tired of Being Convenient The envelope with the invitation lay on the table. Snow-white, with gold scrollwork, it seemed to mock the woman who was afraid to open it.

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Tired of Being Convenient The envelope with the invitation lay on the table. Snow-white, with golden flourishes, it seemed to mock the woman who was afraid to open it. Tamara Ivanovna ran her finger over its smooth surface. She knew—inside was a text that would hurt. Her daughter was getting married, and the mother was … Read more

After her husband’s death, she finally dared to open his safe—the one that had always been locked. The moment the door gave way, the woman barely stifled a scream.

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The memorial gathering was over. The guests who had come to say their goodbyes gradually went home. The neighbors, together with Marina’s mother, put everything in order: they cleared the table, wiped the floor, took out the leftover food. The house grew quiet again. Only Marina remained where she was—motionless, as if frozen in time. … Read more

— “My milestone birthday is in a month, and I don’t want that shrew anywhere near me!” the mother barked. “The last thing I need is to see her ugly mug on my special day

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Recently, Vasily, a successful businessman, and Maria, a talented designer, got married. All of the groom’s relatives, except for his mother, welcomed the new daughter-in-law warmly. Olga Nikolaevna was known for her strictness and high standards in everything—from household comfort to family relationships. Maria, despite her many virtues, simply couldn’t meet her mother-in-law’s expectations for … Read more

— ‘Sweetheart, we’ve decided to sell your car—your brother’s in trouble, and you can walk for a while,’ but the parents did not expect how their daughter would answer.”

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Anna stood by the window of her apartment, watching the rain turn the October evening into a blurred watercolor. Thirty is an age when you no longer expect miracles, but still remember what they’re supposed to be like. She worked at a consulting firm, earned good money, rented a spacious apartment in a respectable neighborhood. … Read more

— What’s this?” Ira was sorting through the papers—she needed her husband’s passport, which she was looking for in his bag. But the passport had “caught” on something else.

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— “What’s this?” Ira was sorting through documents—she needed her husband’s passport, which she was looking for in his bag. But the passport had “caught” on something else. — “I thought you wouldn’t find that…” Andrei muttered, blushing. That morning Irina woke up alone. Andrei had left early—nothing unusual. Ira reached for her phone: the … Read more

When his mother decided to leave again, Timka was twelve. She didn’t really explain anything, only said she’d been invited to teach—for just a couple of weeks

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When his mother got ready to leave again, Timka was twelve. She didn’t really explain anything, only said she’d been invited to teach—for just a couple of weeks. Everything will be fine, I’ll be back soon, you won’t even notice, she said. But her eyes darted around like a cat’s that knows it’s done something … Read more

A pregnant student stood on the edge of a bridge, ready to jump… But a sudden child’s cry made her turn—and what she saw changed everything!

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Artyom sat on a bench in the courtyard of the student dorm, gently bouncing his foot to the rhythm of his own thoughts. Outwardly he seemed relaxed, but his gaze, fixed on a single point ahead, betrayed an inner tension. His hands lay lazily on his knees, and a barely noticeable, cold smirk played on … Read more

— Honestly… — her friend paused for a second, as if afraid to say too much, — I still don’t understand: how did you dare to do this? This is beyond the pale, Liza!

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“To be honest…” — her friend paused for a second, as if afraid to say too much — “I still don’t understand: how did you dare do that? It’s beyond the pale, Liza!” “Beyond what? Good or evil?” “Well, you know, it depends how you look at it.” “No matter how you look at it, … Read more

That’s it—the free gravy train is over!” declared the daughter to her mother, her brother, and his wife.

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— That’s it, the free buffet is over! — Nina stood in the middle of the living room, her voice ringing with long-suppressed anger. — ENOUGH! No more money, no more handouts, no more help! Her mother, Klavdia Petrovna, froze with a glass of expensive wine in her hand. Grigory slowly set aside the tablet … Read more

Andrey brought his mistress to a lavish party… and froze when his ex-wife walked in — as the mistress of the mansion.

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Arseny stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of his twenty-fifth-floor office, frozen like a statue, a heavy crystal glass in his hand. Amber whiskey swayed inside, catching the last glints of the dying day. Beyond the glass, veiled by the first mist of rain, the giant metropolis was slowly sinking into evening twilight. Myriads of lights … Read more