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You’re nothing without me,” my husband declared. But a year later, in my office, he was begging me for a job.

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“Without me you’re nothing, Anna. Remember that well,” Igor threw the last of his clothes into the suitcase and yanked the zipper shut. His words sliced through the apartment’s half-light like a cold blade. Anna stood in the doorway, clenching her fists until they hurt. She was silent—not out of fear, but from a strange … Read more

— Decided to leave? — the husband laughed spitefully and watched his wife pack her things. — And don’t you dare come back!

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— “Well, look at that—our culinary star oversalted it again!” Igor theatrically pushed his plate away. “Mom, just look. Marina, have you ever in your life eaten normal chicken? Or have you always been satisfied with these experiments?” — “Igoryok is right,” Valentina Sergeyevna pursed her lips. “Marina, dear, I told you yesterday—the chicken needs … Read more

— “What do you mean we can’t kiss—we’re husband and wife?” Marina asked Aunt Klava indignantly.

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“Marina has been sleeping in the living room for the third month! The third month, Igor!” a woman’s voice trembled with anger. “She’s your wife, and you say nothing!” “Mom, stop…” “No, you stop! Your wife is not a servant!” Two hours before that conversation, Marina was standing at the stove, stirring soup. Klavdia Petrovna, … Read more

After his fiancée’s funeral, he couldn’t find a place for himself. He loved his dear one, and the wedding was just two weeks away, but an unhinged truck driver took her life in an instant.

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“Soon we’ll get to the finishing work. It’s almost done,” my husband said to me that evening as we were getting ready for bed. “So that means the renovation is next, and that’s it?” I rubbed cream into my hands, working it into my fingers and wrists. “Yes. Hard to believe, right?” Arkady settled in … Read more

Be patient—your wifey will finish building the house for us, and then you can leave,” I read in my mother-in-law’s letter.

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“We’ll start on the finishing work soon. We’ve almost completed it,” my husband told me in the evening as we were getting ready for bed. “So the renovation is soon, and that’s that?” I said, rubbing cream into my hands and wrists. “Yes. Hard to believe, isn’t it?” Arkady settled in more comfortably, pulling up … Read more

I’ll send my wife on vacation, and while she’s away I’ll sell her apartment—I’ve already found buyers.” — I overheard my husband saying this.

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He just used me. It’s like my eyes finally opened. Why didn’t I notice anything before? I was probably too naive. I trusted people too much. Now I’ll be more cautious. For some reason I thought something like this could happen to anyone—just not to me. But no: it turns out no one is safe. … Read more

— “My parents are not going to lock horns with your mom and your sister! They’re above that cheap squabbling,” I told my husband

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Ekaterina was setting the table, trying to make everything look perfect. Today was Dmitry’s thirty-fifth birthday—a milestone—and for the first time in a long while both families were getting together. The crystal glasses her mother had given them for their wedding took pride of place beside the porcelain dinner set. “Katya, maybe we shouldn’t have … Read more

— “Your salary is too big for one woman. You’ll transfer it to me—I’ll make better use of it,” her husband’s father declared.

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“Here, write this down,” Pyotr Petrovich put a sheet of paper with neatly written numbers on the kitchen table. “Your salary is too big for one woman. You’ll transfer it to me—I’ll manage it better.” Olga froze, gripping a paring knife. She blinked several times, trying to process what she’d heard. Her father-in-law, who had … Read more