“Remember, Son, This Apartment Is Yours. You Can Throw Your Wife Out Without Hesitation!” Daria Overheard Her Husband Talking to His Mother
“Did I really just hear that? Throw me out of the apartment? How could they even think of such a thing? Let them try!” Daria fumed silently as she stood behind the door in the hallway.
“Dashenka, I’m home!” Anton called as he closed the front door, kicked off his shoes, and headed straight to the kitchen.
“Hi, darling! How was work?” Daria asked with a smile, looking away from the stove for a moment.
“The usual. Buried in work and running around all day,” Anton sighed. He wrapped an arm around his wife’s shoulders and kissed her cheek. “What about you? Anything new?”
“Nothing special. Everything went according to plan. I closed a couple of deals, and the clients were happy,” she replied, returning her attention to the delicious-smelling sauce. “We’re having pasta with seafood for dinner.”
“I love your pasta,” Anton said, already looking forward to the meal. “You’re a culinary genius.”
“You know, your mother called today,” Daria began carefully as she set the table.
“What does she want this time?” Her husband tensed slightly but immediately forced a smile.
“She wants to visit us tomorrow.”
Daria gave a faint smirk when she noticed how hard he was trying to hide his emotions.
“Well, let her come. Who could stop her?” Anton relaxed and sat down at the table.
The next day, his mother did indeed arrive. The moment she saw Daria, her face lit up with an unnaturally cheerful smile.
“Dashenka, darling, I’m so happy to see you!” Olga Yuryevna exclaimed, embracing her.
“Hello. Come in,” Daria replied, inviting her into the living room.
“It’s so cozy here!” Her mother-in-law sat down on the sofa and looked around. “I never stop being amazed by how talented you are. You’ve arranged everything with such wonderful taste.”
The apartment where Daria and Anton lived had been inherited by Anton from his grandmother. It still carried the atmosphere of another era, but it felt so warm and welcoming that the couple had decided to preserve nearly all of the original interior, refreshing it only slightly.
Everything had been carefully considered: the antique furniture, the paintings, and even the curtains complemented the apartment’s old-fashioned charm.
“Thank you,” Daria answered with a restrained smile. She knew her mother-in-law’s character and understood that the woman was almost always dissatisfied with something. “How have you been feeling?”
“Oh, there’s no point talking about it. The same old ailments,” Olga Yuryevna sighed. “You know, Dashenka, I often think about how lucky you are to have Anton. Your husband is so attentive and hardworking.”
“Yes, that’s true. I’m very lucky,” Daria replied, sitting opposite her and watching her closely.
“Take good care of him, dear. Men like him are almost impossible to find these days.”
Her mother-in-law smiled, but a flash of displeasure appeared in her eyes.
Daria had long grown accustomed to her manner of speaking. Olga Yuryevna always sounded friendly, yet every compliment carried a trace of hidden criticism. Each visit left an unpleasant aftertaste, like bitter medicine.
“To be honest, I worry about the two of you. You both work like bees, but the apartment needs attention too, Dasha.”
“Everything is under control,” her daughter-in-law replied calmly.
When Anton returned home, he immediately sensed the awkwardness and tension hanging in the air.
“Hi, Mom,” he said, kissing Olga Yuryevna on the cheek. “How are you?”
“Oh, Antosha, finally!” She immediately turned all her attention to her son. “I’m fine. I’m just a little worried about you. Work is important, of course, and nobody can live without it. But both of you need to spend more time at home. Especially your wife.”
“We’re doing perfectly well, Mom,” Anton said, sitting beside Daria and putting his arm around her. “My wife is a genius. She’s a wonderful homemaker and an excellent entrepreneur. We manage everything.”
“Of course, son. Who would argue with that?” Olga Yuryevna smiled, although her eyes remained cold.
After she left, Daria sat silently for a long time, thinking about how difficult it was to satisfy her mother-in-law. The only thing that comforted her was knowing that Anton always understood, supported, and reassured her.
“Darling, don’t let it bother you,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. “My mother has her opinion, and we have ours. You and I decide for ourselves how we want to live.”
“I know. It just hurts a little because I really do try,” Daria said, smiling through the tears gathering in her eyes. “Thank you for being here for me.”
And so they continued living their lives, doing their best to ignore Olga Yuryevna’s criticism and hurtful remarks. Daria believed their love could survive any hardship and that her husband would always take her side and remain beside her until the end.
Fate had brought her and Anton together by chance. They met at a party hosted by mutual friends. At the time, Daria had only just begun developing her business and rarely attended such events.
“May I keep you company?” Anton asked her with a friendly smile.
“Of course. I’m Dasha,” she replied somewhat shyly, extending her hand.
“I’m Anton. It’s very nice to meet you. What do you do?”
“I recently started my own business,” she said, trying to hide her nervousness.
“Interesting. What kind of business?”
His curiosity seemed genuine.
“An online store selling exclusive jewelry,” Daria answered with a more confident smile. “What about you?”
“Oh, my work is much more ordinary. I’m an engineer,” he replied warmly. “What you’re doing is impressive. I love things that are made with care and passion.”
They spent the entire evening talking enthusiastically. It turned out they had a great deal in common. After that, they began seeing each other regularly, and they were happy together.
“Antosha, don’t you think our meeting wasn’t really an accident?” Daria asked him one day while they were relaxing in the park.
“To be honest, I’ve thought the same thing,” he said, looking into her eyes. “I understood immediately that you were special. That you were my destiny.”
“I liked you from the very beginning too,” she replied with a smile.
Their feelings grew stronger with each passing day.
Before long, they were married. The wedding was modest but heartfelt, attended only by their closest friends and relatives.
“I’m so happy, Tosha,” Daria whispered into her husband’s ear during their first dance. “You mean the whole world to me.”
“And you mean the whole world to me,” he answered, holding her tightly.
As always, married life brought both happiness and challenges. Daria continued developing her business, and her hard work began to pay off. Her online store grew increasingly popular, and soon she was able to hire her first employee.
“Antosha, can you believe it? We had record sales today!” she exclaimed one day, her face glowing with happiness.
“I’ve always believed in you, darling,” her husband replied, genuinely proud of her success. “You’re a real businesswoman.”
“Thank you for supporting me,” she said, embracing him. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
However, not everyone viewed their happiness so positively. Olga Yuryevna became increasingly suspicious of her daughter-in-law. She considered Daria’s success frivolous and often convinced herself that the young woman was merely taking advantage of her son.
“Can’t you see it yourself? She’s using you, your apartment, and your kindness,” she told Anton whenever she had the opportunity.
“Mom, enough,” Anton replied firmly. “Dasha is my wife, and I love her. Try to accept that.”
“I’m only worried about you, son,” his mother insisted. “She’s involved in some kind of nonsense. Honestly, none of it is serious. Jewelry, an online store… Meanwhile, you work in the oil industry and earn a respectable salary. You have your own apartment too. She simply attached herself to you and now lives without a care in the world.”
Olga Yuryevna frequently reflected on her son’s life and marriage. She could not accept the idea that this woman was a suitable match for Anton.
“My boy is so kind and compassionate,” she whispered to herself, as though seeking confirmation of her beliefs. “And that Daria… She only uses him for her own purposes.”
She remembered the first time she had met her daughter-in-law. Daria had immediately struck her as excessively independent and self-confident. Since then, Olga Yuryevna’s dislike of her had only intensified.
With every passing day, she became more convinced that Daria was not good enough for her son. Her daughter-in-law’s ambition made her uneasy. She dreamed of seeing Anton with a more domestic and caring woman—someone willing to devote herself entirely to her family rather than her career.
“Anton, she isn’t right for you,” his mother repeated. “You deserve a woman who will put you first, not her work and her business.”
“Mom, stop it,” Anton replied, becoming increasingly irritated. “You need to understand that Dasha is my wife, and that isn’t going to change.”
But Olga Yuryevna refused to give up. She looked for every opportunity to plant seeds of doubt in her son’s mind.
“Antosha, are you sure she won’t leave you once her business becomes successful?” his mother asked thoughtfully one day while pouring him tea.
“Why would you think that?” he asked in surprise.
“She’s extremely ambitious. To her, you may be nothing more than temporary support. Later, she’ll leave you and find someone wealthier,” Olga Yuryevna sighed. “Think about it.”
Her words troubled Anton. Deep down, he trusted his wife, but his mother’s constant warnings occasionally made him doubt himself. Still, whenever he looked into Daria’s loving eyes, those doubts disappeared.
Meanwhile, his mother continued developing new plans to drive the couple apart. She was willing to do anything to bring her son back under her control and protect him from the woman she considered “unsuitable.”
“The important thing is to act carefully,” she thought. “My son must never suspect that I’m deliberately provoking him.”
From then on, Olga Yuryevna chose her words with great care. She wanted every conversation to sound like an ordinary expression of maternal concern while still leaving behind a faint trace of suspicion. She understood that a single mistake could expose her intentions, so she became increasingly inventive, dreaming of the day when she would finally destroy the relationship she so strongly disapproved of.
One day, Daria planned a romantic evening with her beloved husband and returned home earlier than usual. She was in a hurry, carrying bags filled with groceries for a delicious dinner.
However, the moment she stepped inside, she heard muffled voices coming from the living room. She stopped when she recognized her mother-in-law’s voice.
“Son, just get rid of her. Throw her out of your apartment, and everything will be fine,” Olga Yuryevna insisted.
Unfortunately, Daria could not hear her husband’s response. Yet what she had already heard was enough to make her heart tighten painfully.
Her first impulse was to rush into the living room and demand an explanation—or perhaps even spit in her mother-in-law’s face. But some unknown force held her back.
Moving as though in a dream, she picked up the grocery bags and quietly left the apartment.
Once outside, Daria felt suddenly weak. Barely holding back her tears, she walked to the nearest café, hoping to calm herself and think about what she had heard.
The possibility that her husband did not support her—or that he might secretly doubt her—caused unbearable pain.
“Why does she hate me so much?” Daria whispered to herself as she analyzed the situation. “I’ve always tried to be a good wife and daughter-in-law. But what about Anton? Perhaps he really isn’t sure about me. Or maybe he has already found someone else.”
Her anger and resentment gradually gave way to suspicion and fear. Determined not to lose control of the situation, Daria decided to observe her husband’s behavior without revealing what she knew. She wanted to discover whether he was hiding anything from her.
That evening, she returned home later than usual, hoping to avoid seeing her mother-in-law. Her heart felt unbearably heavy, but Daria knew she had to remain strong.
Over the following days, she behaved coldly and distantly. She carefully analyzed every word Anton said and every gesture he made. He noticed her withdrawal almost immediately but could not understand what was happening.
“Dasha, what’s wrong? You’ve changed,” he asked anxiously one evening during dinner.
“Nothing is wrong,” she replied sharply, avoiding his eyes.
“Are you sure?” Her husband gently took her hand, but she quickly pulled it away.
“Yes,” Daria answered coldly. “I’m simply tired.”
Anton was confused. He could feel that something had changed, but he could not explain it. His anxiety grew with each passing day, and he had no idea how to reach his wife’s heart.
Daria continued watching him, becoming increasingly withdrawn. Anton still cared for her and treated her affectionately, yet her suspicions refused to disappear. It felt as though an invisible wall had risen between them, and Daria did not know how to tear it down.
Gradually, she began doubting not only her husband but also herself and her own feelings. The thought that her mother-in-law might have been right tormented her.
Daria withdrew further into herself, consumed by uncertainty. Eventually, she nearly convinced herself that divorce might be their only solution.
“Dasha, please, let’s talk,” Anton begged one evening, trying to meet her eyes.
“Talk about what?” Daria asked. She tried to sound calm, but her voice trembled.
“You’ve changed,” he said, sitting opposite her and gently taking her hand. “You’ve become distant and cold. I can’t live like this anymore. Please tell me what happened.”
Daria realized she could no longer remain silent.
“Anton, I heard everything. I heard your conversation with your mother,” she confessed tensely. “She said I was using you and that you needed to throw me out of the apartment.”
Anton sighed heavily, considering how best to explain the situation.
“Yes, we had that conversation. But you didn’t hear all of it,” he began gently. “You didn’t hear me tell my mother that it was the last time she would ever say anything like that about you. I made it clear that if it happened again, she would no longer be welcome in our home.”
Daria stared at her husband in astonishment.
“Is that true?”
“Of course it is! Haven’t you understood by now that I truly love you?”
“What an idiot I’ve been!” Daria exclaimed with relief. “Why did I stay silent for so long? I tortured myself, and I tortured you too!”
“That’s exactly what I wanted to ask you. Why?” Anton replied. “You overheard a small part of a conversation and spent an entire month driving both of us crazy. Nobody can separate us unless we allow it.”
From that day forward, Daria forbade her mother-in-law from visiting their apartment. It was her uncompromising condition for continuing the marriage.
Later, when Daria and Anton had a son, Olga Yuryevna was forced to see her grandson only on the rare occasions when Anton brought the boy to visit her.