“Gave the apartment to your parents? Then let them pay the mortgage!” — the wife set a condition for her husband.

Natalya looked around the room with pride. The new wallpaper with a delicate pattern and the modern furniture were a pleasure to the eye. The renovation of her own two-room apartment was finally finished. “Mom, can you believe it? I stayed within the budget!” Natalya reported happily over the phone. “I even have enough left … Read more

We’ve been divorced for a long time—he has a new family—and you’re still here?

Tanya was sorting through the documents in her desk drawer, trying to bring order to papers that had piled up for years. Among old receipts and manuals for long-broken appliances, she found the divorce certificate. December. Four months had already passed. The divorce from Misha had turned out strangely ordinary. No shouting, no smashing dishes. … Read more

A desperate orphan with a suitcase knocked on the door of a restaurant. The owner froze when he heard her last name.

“You’ll be the brightest star—the most gifted of them all. They’ll notice you, and your name will be on every poster.” Sophia folded over the blanket that covered her father and wept into its edge. His hand—weak but still warm—found her hair and drifted through it. “Don’t cry, my girl,” he whispered. “Fate isn’t fooled. … Read more

The wealthy couple’s terminally ill son married a seemingly naive girl—and she whisked him off to a remote backwater. Six months later, his own parents could barely recognize him.

— Gena, are you absolutely sure you’ve thought this through? — Mom… — I know exactly what I’m saying. She’s only with you for the money, isn’t she? Gennady exhaled, a slow, weary breath. — Mom, I get why you’re worried, but you’re wrong. There’s no arguing with you anyway—you won’t change your mind. Believe … Read more

This apartment rightfully belongs to my daughter!’ my mother-in-law screamed—but a minute later the notary named the true heiress…

“Just make sure all the documents in Svetlana’s name are in perfect order,” Tamara Igorevna’s voice oozed metal and molasses at once. She was addressing the notary but looking at me. Her gaze was like a surgeon’s before an operation—cold, appraising, faintly disgusted. Her daughter, Svetlana, sat beside her with lips pressed tight. A copy … Read more

Her husband secretly installed cameras in the house. But he didn’t expect the first video to be his own disgrace…

A tiny black lens was staring at her from between the spines of the books. Irina brushed the dust off the shelf and froze. Her fingers stopped a millimeter from the glass. This wasn’t part of the décor. It was a camera. Her brain refused to accept it, shoving forward rational explanations: maybe it was … Read more

Oh sure, right now—yep, I’m already rushing and tripping over myself to renovate your mother’s place! What am I to her, a free renovation crew? Let her hire people for it

— “Al, I’m coming from Mom’s. She’s decided to start a renovation,” Igor tossed his keys onto the hall table and walked into the kitchen, where Alla, bent over a large sheet of drafting paper, was carefully drawing with a fine mechanical pencil. The air smelled of freshly brewed coffee and graphite. “She wants everything … Read more

— At my mother-in-law’s jubilee she called me a “country bumpkin.” I silently played a video where she’s on her knees begging me for a loan, not knowing who was in front of her…

The hall of the expensive restaurant was awash in lilies and an atmosphere of meticulously choreographed cordiality. Yelizaveta Ignatyevna Veresayeva, my mother-in-law, was celebrating her fifty-fifth birthday. She stood in the center of the room, in a sapphire-colored dress, basking in admiring looks. She raised her glass, sweeping the guests with the heavy, velvety gaze … Read more