“We’re going to live here!” My husband brought his mistress into our three-bedroom apartment, thinking I would leave. I moved into the living room.
“Meet Karina. And until we sort out the divorce and the sale of the apartment, she’ll be staying here.” Ilya said it in an even, rehearsed tone as he dropped two heavy suitcases onto the mat in the entryway. He looked slightly over Alla’s head, avoiding direct eye contact. Behind him, a young woman in […]
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