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“Was I supposed to pinch pennies on my own mother for her юбилей?!” the husband shouted when his wife found out whose money had paid for the banquet. Ekaterina opened the banking app on her phone and scrolled through the transaction history on their joint card. Her eyes caught yet another transfer. Forty thousand rubles. […]

“I won’t let you bully my wife! If you came over as a guest, then act like a guest,” he said, looking his mother straight in the eyes. Anastasia was drying her hands with a kitchen towel when the doorbell rang. She glanced at the clock—three in the afternoon. Artyom would not be back until […]

“Mom, why on earth did you take her card?” my husband exploded. “And what? I thought your money was shared!” my mother-in-law defended herself. Raisa closed her laptop and stretched, rubbing her stiff shoulders. Her workday had only just ended, even though the clock already showed nine in the evening. She got up from the […]

“Ran out of money, and suddenly you remembered that I’m your wife? Convenient,” she smirked. Ekaterina pushed open the door of the rented apartment with her shoulder, barely managing to hold onto the grocery bag and her work briefcase. It had been a hard day—three meetings in a row, a report she had to redo […]

“I dropped by my husband’s workplace and froze at the door. He was assuring a friend that soon I would hand over the apartment willingly. Arina met Igor at a contemporary art exhibition. It was an ordinary acquaintance—talking in front of one of the paintings, exchanging impressions, discovering shared interests. Igor seemed like an interesting […]

“I never agreed to your debts!” I shouted when I found out my husband had taken out a loan for his entire family. Ksenia met Artyom at a company party three years ago. He worked in the next department over; they saw each other in the hallways and nodded to one another, but had never […]

“Enough! This is my apartment, not your dining room!” I shouted, wrenching the ladle out of my mother-in-law’s hands. The wedding had been beautiful. A restaurant on the riverbank, a white dress Ekaterina had spent three months choosing, happy faces all around. Dmitry read poems he had written himself, the bride’s mother cried with emotion, […]

“Fine, darling, go live with your mother then — since she’s your ‘best woman in the world’!” I said as I opened the door for him. Ksenia stood at the stove, flipping fried eggs in a pan. The morning was ordinary enough — drizzle outside the window, the smell of coffee in the kitchen, some […]