— And who said I gave permission to rearrange the furniture in my apartment? — Natasha finally snapped.

— And who said I gave permission to rearrange the furniture in my apartment? — Natasha finally snapped. — And who’s going to forbid it? You? — her mother-in-law laughed. Natasha pressed her hospital card to her chest, as if trying to hide her diagnosis from prying eyes. The clinic corridor was noisy, but she … Read more

Dear guests, I have a special gift for my husband’s birthday,” Svetlana said as she pulled a small box out of her bag, and her mother-in-law’s face turned green with anger.

— Dear guests, I have a special gift for my husband’s birthday, — Svetlana pulled a small box out of her bag, and her mother-in-law’s face turned green with anger. — Shame! Aren’t you ashamed, you promiscuous woman?! — Galina Arkadyevna burst out. The guests fell silent. A hush fell over the table… Svetlana’s husband … Read more

Classmates bullied the poor student for years. At the reunion, she wanted to get revenge on them.

A young and beautiful woman sat in her cozy office, thoughtfully staring ahead. Alena Kirillova slowly turned her head toward the mirror on the desk. As always — flawless. But under her eyes was fatigue, and no wonder: the last deal had been difficult. However, it ended successfully. Yet Alena’s thoughts were far from business. … Read more

I don’t care that you’re already on the train, turn back and go home—I won’t let you come,” Ira told her mother-in-law.

The phone burst into a ringtone at five in the morning. Ira jerked awake, nearly falling off the bed, and automatically reached for the bedside table. Through the pre-dawn haze in her head, one thought broke through: “Don’t wake Misha.” Her husband was asleep, turned toward the wall, his steady breathing undisturbed—neither war nor flood … Read more

— So besides my apartment, I don’t owe you any other gifts? Like a lipstick or a ticket to your nowhere town?

“Ir, how much longer?” Kirill’s deliberately calm voice, though tinged with barely concealed nervous trembling, cut through the cozy evening silence. Irina, sitting in a deep armchair under the floor lamp, didn’t immediately lift her eyes from the stack of bills and advertising brochures she had just taken out of the mailbox and was sorting … Read more

— If your daughter doesn’t get out of my house first thing tomorrow morning, she’ll have a new registration here for the next five years, Nikita

— I thought we had discussed everything, Nikita! — Kristina crossed her arms and leaned her hip against the kitchen table. — Your daughter visits, but she does not live with us! — She’ll just stay for a couple of days! — Nikita didn’t look her in the eyes, instead burying his face in his … Read more

An ordinary woman was made to help in the kitchen, unaware that she was a famous chef with three Michelin stars.

She entered the hall filled with the hum of voices, the clinking of dishes, and the shuffling of waiters between tables. Everything around was buzzing—as if the restaurant were a living creature, pulsing in time with the clock. And she—a quiet shadow amid the chaos. She wore a simple dress without any fancy patterns, her … Read more