“Don’t tell me what to do! The registration is in my name, and the apartment is MINE!” Marina snapped. “Neither you nor your Sveta will ever set foot in here.”
“You’re not going to hold me hostage here, Marina,” Oleg said in such an ordinary tone that he might have been discussing a grocery delivery rather than announcing that he intended to erase their shared life from his memory. “I’ve made up my mind, so don’t drag this out. We’re over.” Marina felt as though […]
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