“Who did you decide to leave the apartment to? Your precious Yulia? She’s barely even your niece, while Danya is your son—even if he’s from your first marriage!” Vadim threw a folded sheet of paper bearing a notary’s seal onto the kitchen table. His face was blotched red, and his mustache bristled indignantly. “I thought we were a family, Lena. I thought we were building a future together. But it turns out you’ve been sneaking around behind my back.”
Vadim threw the folded document onto the kitchen table so hard that Lena’s cup rattled in its saucer. “So that’s it?” he demanded. “You decided to leave the apartment to Yulia? Your niece? And what about Danya? He’s my son. We’ve been together for eight years, Lena. I thought we were a family.” Lena calmly … Read more