And did you think that this apartment was his?» I asked with a smirk to my husband’s new mistress, who had come to evict me from my premarital apartment.
I struggled to wipe away the tears from my eyes as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. No, I wouldn’t allow myself to crumble. Not now. After all, this is my apartment, and no one has the right to kick me out. Who would have thought that six years of marriage with Pavel […]
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