So you’re lying to everyone again that you bought the apartment and the car all by yourself?” — the wife put her husband in his place in front of the guests.
Natalya mechanically chopped an Olivier salad, staring through the kitchen window into the autumn courtyard. The guests were due any minute—Andrey had invited a few colleagues from work and a couple of friends from his university days. Another excuse to show off how “successful” they were, she thought, setting the knife aside. “Natalya, how’s it … Read more