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Marina froze. Her heart skipped a beat. She looked at her husband with wide eyes, not believing her ears.

– Wow, your family is already dividing my house? Great! And I have already changed the locks, – Yana said to her husband with a smile.

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– Stop poking into my savings! Your family’s problems are no longer my concern, – I snatched my phone from my husband

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“The house is mine, and the money is mine!” Yana exclaimed. “Don’t let your mother expect a freebie!”

Yana stared at her laptop screen, double-checking the numbers in the spreadsheet. The last payment on

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After taking his pregnant wife’s inheritance during their divorce, her husband drove her to the wilderness, to the swamps. In the kitchen of one of their country mansions, a lot of work was going on. Lyuba had baked a tall, beautiful honey cake with sour cream filling, decorated it with chocolate and raspberries, roasted meat with cheese in the oven, and made hearty, tasty salads. The house also gleamed with cleanliness. The woman was nervously awaiting her husband’s return from work. After all, today was a special day — her beloved Sasha’s birthday. She had prepared a surprise for him, bought a beautiful shirt and tie. She wanted to sit down with him, heart to heart, in a family way! She even invited her mother-in-law over, although she wasn’t very fond of her. By the evening, Lyuba realized she was exhausted, as she was six months pregnant. Her feet were swollen, she felt nauseous, and she lay down for a moment to rest, not realizing when she drifted off to sleep. She woke up when Sasha came in, and with him, his mother. Galina Ivanovna, as always, was dressed impeccably, her makeup flawless! She greeted her daughter-in-law coldly and gave the table a cursory glance, wrinkling her nose in disgust: — What’s this? A village feast? Ugh, what a nightmare. Everything’s fatty, unhealthy! Lyuba, why all this? Who’s going to eat this, tell me? Lyuba felt deeply offended, as she had worked so hard. She ignored her mother-in-law’s remark and rushed to congratulate her husband: — Sasha, my love! Happy birthday! I want you to know, and always remember, how much I love you! Soon we’ll have a baby, and our strong family will grow. Oh, I almost forgot! Here’s my gift! Do you like it? The shirt and tie, I chose them myself! Lyuba hugged her husband, and he embraced her back, not knowing what else to do. The wife began to bustle about: — What are you standing around for? Everything’s getting cold! Wash your hands and sit at the table! Her mother-in-law raised an eyebrow and sarcastically remarked: — Are you serious? I won’t even think about it! Sasha, hurry up, we’re late for the restaurant, the guests are already waiting. Her husband turned away, guilty. He really felt awkward, as it was such a ridiculous situation. Lyuba, on the other hand, was stunned: — We’re going to the restaurant to celebrate? Now that’s news. Sweetheart, give me some time to get ready. Why didn’t you tell me this earlier, I’ve already prepared everything! Galina Ivanovna pursed her lips, and Sasha started dodging: — Lyuba, my mom and I are going alone. We thought, since you’re pregnant, the loud music would be too much for you, why go through all that? Stay home, get some rest. Besides, my work partners will be there, boring and uninteresting people. Tomorrow we’ll definitely celebrate with you at home. I promise I’ll eat everything you made! Lyuba shook her head and started looking for a decent dress in the closet. She was upset to the point of tears, and in frustration, she scolded her husband: — No way! I’m going with you! We’re family, why are you leaving me home alone? Fine, I’ll endure it, but if it gets unbearable, I’ll call a cab and come back early. Sasha didn’t know how to get out of this, but his mother interrupted the daughter-in-law’s monologue and sharply commanded: — I told you, you’ll stay home! Look at yourself! Before going out, you should at least go to a salon, tidy yourself up. No makeup, no hairstyle, don’t embarrass us and show off that belly. That’s it, we need to go! Sasha, let’s go already, stop fiddling around! Don’t be offended, but this is better for everyone. Her husband and mother-in-law left, leaving behind a trail of expensive perfume, and Lyuba collapsed on the couch and burst into tears! She was so eager for a celebration, to be with Sasha, and everything turned out just like always. Recently, their family life had been falling apart. Sasha was always staying late at work, claiming that the new idea he had wouldn’t let him rest. And it was Lyuba who had given him her inheritance — a decent but abandoned restaurant building. Her uncle had passed away recently. They didn’t get along well, and they rarely communicated, but apparently, the old man decided that his niece had nothing of her own and left her this gift after his death. She was, of course, very surprised, went to see the place, and told her husband about it. Sasha latched onto the idea of restoring the building, repairing it, and starting his own business. He convinced Lyuba to sign over the restaurant to him, and the naive, legally uneducated wife agreed. But since then, Sasha had changed drastically. Lyuba had expected that her husband would be grateful for such a noble gesture, and later reasoned that he would manage the inheritance better. After all, they were a family, so what difference did it make who the property was in the name of? It was just a formality. But now she hardly saw Sasha, and he kept complaining about being overwhelmed with work, needing to make plans and budgets for repairs, and working twice as hard to save up. Lyuba couldn’t understand why her husband was carrying his phone everywhere and always texting someone. Of course, she tried not to think badly, because she was pregnant, and Sasha couldn’t be doing that to her, could he? Cheat on her while she was in this condition! But today’s incident really broke her. Her mother-in-law openly humiliated her, mocked her, made it clear that Lyuba wasn’t worthy of high society! And Sasha didn’t even stand up for her. He was out enjoying himself, while his wife was abandoned! This was the family celebration! The anger surged within Lyuba. She suddenly jumped up, dressed quickly, and ordered a taxi. To spite everyone, she went to that same restaurant to see how her husband was celebrating without her! Being at home was unbearable. Lyuba was surprised to find that the restaurant wasn’t even reserved, and there was no loud music. She walked inside, and the waiter politely offered her a free table and brought her a menu. Lyuba pretended to read it, but her eyes were scanning the crowd. Then she saw Sasha. He was sitting at a table with a beautiful young woman, drinking wine, and sweetly cooing at her. Alexander, not shy at all, was kissing the woman’s hand and looking at her with such longing! Blood rushed to Lyuba’s head, and she realized that her husband had conspired with his mother to help him escape from home! And he decided to celebrate his birthday with his mistress! It was so disgusting, so vile, that Lyuba lost control. She jumped up to the sweet couple and screamed: — Happy birthday, my love! Where are the guests, Mom? So it’s boring to celebrate at home with your wife, but it’s fine with your mistress? I see you’re having a wonderful time! Miss, do you even know that Alexander is married and we’re expecting a baby? The woman laughed in her face: — Sasha, is this your wife? How sweet, this is exactly how I imagined her. Darling, why is she here? We’re having a romantic dinner! I’ll go powder my nose for a bit, and you figure out this problem. I don’t like, you know, scandals, it’s so ugly… The rude woman got up, swayed her hips, and left, while Sasha tried to explain: — Lyuba! Why did you come? I told you to stay home! You see, Lariska and I love each other. It just happened. This is life. You’re a good woman, kind, but you’re too simple, no frills! It’s boring with you, there’s nothing to talk about. You lack spark, fire. We’re different, you see. Let’s part on good terms, no fights. Go home for now. Find yourself a place to stay quietly. You understand, you can’t stay in my house. Lyuba gasped, grabbed her stomach, and screamed: — What are you saying? You want to divorce me? You’ll throw me out of the house like a dog? What about our baby? Don’t you want him either? And what about the restaurant I signed over to you? I thought it would be our family business! And this is how you treat me? No, Gusev, I won’t leave it like this. I’m also registered in your house, and our child has a right to part of it. And you’ll still pay me alimony! I’m not going anywhere! And you won’t get a divorce from your pregnant wife so easily… To be continued in the first comment

The kitchen in one of the country mansions was in full swing. Lyuba baked a tall beautiful honey cake

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— Took my purse and went ahead — full speed! — I kicked the insolent mother-in-law out of our house. — What did you say? — Galina Borisovna couldn’t believe her ears. — Full speed? You’re saying that to me, the mother of your husband? Are you out of your mind? She made a surprised-offended face and even for a moment stopped doing what she loved most — sticking her long nose into her daughter-in-law’s business. — Yes, exactly! Purse in hand — and off you go. And take your ugly scarf back! — Liza threw the scarf her mother-in-law had gifted at her, toward the woman standing in the middle of the room. — Oh, really! But this is a gift! From the heart! So this is how you treat my gifts, ungrateful! — Galina Borisovna fumed even more. — I don’t need your gifts. It would be nice if I didn’t have to see you here anymore! I repeat — get out of here! Liza couldn’t take it anymore today and finally kicked her mother-in-law out of their apartment. She was normally a non-confrontational woman, even docile, but her husband’s mother had pushed her to the point where she hardly recognized herself. This morning, just before the holiday, Galina Borisovna showed up early, even though Liza and the children were still asleep. Her son and daughter had started their New Year holidays yesterday, and Liza had taken two well-deserved days off to extend the long New Year’s holidays that were coming up. Her husband, Denis, was working today. Early in the morning, while getting ready for the office, he envied all the members of his family. — Well, you’re lucky, Lizka! You get to sleep, and I have to fight traffic to get to work. Then I’ll hear the boss complaining again about how we didn’t meet the targets. It’s awful! I can’t wait for the holidays, I need a rest too, — he looked enviously at Liza lying in bed. — Don’t be jealous. Go to work, and we’ll get everything ready for the New Year here with the kids, — the sleepy wife answered with a smile. Denis left, and Liza continued her morning nap since the kids were still asleep. But twenty minutes later, there was a loud, insistent knock on the door, waking not only Liza but also the son and daughter. — Mom, who’s knocking so loudly? We can’t sleep, — the sleepy children came out of the bedroom. — I don’t know, we’ll find out right now, — Liza said as she went toward the door, putting on her robe over her light pajamas. Standing on the doorstep was her cheerful, smiling mother-in-law. — What’s going on, Galina Borisovna? — Liza asked without greeting. — Nothing’s going on. But maybe you’ll greet me first and let me in? — the woman replied, no longer smiling. — Come in, — Liza said resignedly, moving away from the door. — Grandma, why did you come so early? We’re still sleeping, — yawning, said the straightforward seven-year-old Dasha. — Don’t you know it’s our holiday? — I know! That’s exactly why I’m here! All important things need to be done in the morning, my dear, so you can be free later, — Galina Borisovna lectured. — But we’re free all day. We don’t need to go to school, — argued ten-year-old grandson Artem. — Come on, Dasha, let’s go back to bed! — Wait a minute, my dear ones! Grandma didn’t come just for no reason. She brought you New Year’s gifts. Galina Borisovna handed the sleepy children two small bags with candy and some shiny crinkly paper. After taking the gifts, the children, already spoiled with presents and sweets from the day before, went to their room. Liza had no choice but to continue dealing with her mother-in-law. She went to the kitchen to make coffee. There was no more chance of sleeping. — This is your upbringing, Liza. The children don’t know how to say thank you. They’re growing up cold and indifferent, — Galina Borisovna grumbled, following Liza to the kitchen. — Didn’t they say thank you? — Liza asked, looking questioningly at her mother-in-law. — They did, but how? They didn’t show any joy or gratitude, and that’s what’s bad! And I, by the way, spent my pension to congratulate them for the New Year! — Galina Borisovna said pompously. — They’re grateful, believe me. They just haven’t fully woken up yet, — Liza replied reluctantly, hoping Galina Borisovna would stop pushing her about it. The constant criticism of how Liza was raising her children was nothing new, and she didn’t expect anything different this time. She was a bad mother and a bad wife. That conversation would come up later, Liza knew. — I got you a gift too, — Galina Borisovna said, squinting with a satisfied look. She returned to the hallway where she had left a package with a surprise for Liza. With a ceremonial air, her mother-in-law pulled out a huge knitted scarf in yellow and purple stripes. — Here, I picked this out just for you. I think it will go perfectly with your yellow down jacket. Take it, don’t thank me, I did it with all my heart. — Thank you! — Liza barely managed to force the words out, her face showing all the mixed emotions she was feeling. She took the gift from her mother-in-law’s hands and quickly set it aside. Liza couldn’t even imagine such tastelessness in her worst nightmare. And how she could possibly look in it was another story. Yes, her mother-in-law had obviously put a lot of “love” into choosing this gift. She really made an effort. — Coffee? — Liza asked the guest, since she was watching her pour herself the fragrant drink with clear disapproval. — No, I don’t drink coffee. I have high blood pressure. And you know this very well. But a proper breakfast wouldn’t hurt. For you and the kids, who need healthy food. Where’s the porridge, Liza? Where’s the cottage cheese with calcium and protein? Where’s the omelet with vegetables, finally? Since you’re home today and not at work, you could’ve at least tried. Why are my grandchildren deprived of all this? What, tell me, are you planning to feed them now? Those dry muesli again? Or sausages made from who-knows-what? — Galina Borisovna was already falling into her usual role. — I’ll figure out what to feed my kids. They’re still asleep, and most likely won’t wake up for a couple of hours. Then they’ll eat whatever they want… To be continued in the first comment

– What did you say? – Galina Borisovna couldn’t believe her ears. –

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— We’ll give your summer house to my son, he has a family, he needs it more, — my mother-in-law announced. — Mom called. She’s complaining about life again. She’s so tired of my brother’s family, — Igor said while washing the dishes. — Well, everyone gets what they deserve, right? — I replied, preparing lunch for my husband to take to work. — I’m just so tired of hearing about how loud the kids are, how cramped it is for them in the two-room apartment. — Igor grabbed a dish towel to dry the plates. — I don’t understand what endless problems Alexey has. He could have changed jobs long ago and moved into a rental instead of cramming with his wife and three kids at his mother’s, — I closed the container, put it in the fridge. Such conversations often happened in our home. Igor and I got married five years ago, and for all that time, I only heard how hard my husband’s older brother had it. The hardship came from the fact that he married a quarrelsome woman, immediately had three kids, constantly struggled with work, and had no place to live. What they were thinking when they had kids, I couldn’t even guess. But one fine day, Alexey, Maria, and their three kids showed up at my mother-in-law’s doorstep and announced they would be living with her. Irina Semenovna, unable to kick them out, let them stay, and then regretted her impulsive kindness a hundred times. My mother-in-law, already over sixty, wanted peace and quiet, but the noisy grandchildren were always running around. Of course, daycare helped, but evenings turned into endless games, mostly involving the grandmother. The parents tried to grab a moment of personal time — Maria hid in the bathroom, Alexey played computer games. Irina Semenovna, to recharge, would come over to us with endless complaints. We did feel sorry for her as a person, but both Igor and I clearly understood that she was responsible for her situation. Moreover, Alexey had been living with his family at Irina Semenovna’s for almost a year but did nothing to move into a rental. He was content with his low salary, and his wife stayed home with each child for four years or more. My mother-in-law was really exhausted from the crowded, noisy apartment where she no longer had her own space. Just when Alexey and Maria had their youngest son, my grandmother passed away. She never complained about her health and, even in her eighties, managed the summer house on her own. She weeded and watered the many vegetable beds, planted and dug up potatoes, and every autumn she would make so many preserves that it was enough for everyone. When she passed, it turned out that she had written the summer house over to me. I was her only and beloved granddaughter, and my parents didn’t have any use for the land. Mom and Dad were still working, and they had no desire to deal with greenhouses, which they had often mentioned at family gatherings. So, my grandmother decided that it would be more useful for Igor and me. Igor was a handy man, and soon we had arranged everything so well that we could live there even in winter. We covered the spacious house with siding, improved the inside, and installed all the amenities. It wasn’t cheap, but both Igor and I worked and earned enough to invest in the summer house and the land. I bought many bushes and seedlings, so in the summer, the garden was full of plants that generously gave us produce when the time came. In the summer, we would move there to live — fresh air, a river nearby, and a forest. Plus, it was less than an hour’s drive from the city, so getting to work was no problem. Sometimes, relatives would come over for barbecues, though not too often, thankfully. They didn’t help much, but Igor and I managed fine on our own. My mother-in-law considered us wealthy — with the summer house, the apartment, and the car. She would often ask for money to help her older son. Igor would usually give her small amounts, although he was unhappy that Alexey didn’t want to change anything. In our family, it had always been like this — the younger son grew up hardworking and proactive, ready to achieve anything in life, while the older son believed that everyone owed him something. The situation was further complicated by the children. Alexey thought that because he had three boys, everyone owed him doubly. Children were expensive these days, but parents should have thought about that before having them. This year, we finished building a bathhouse, a gazebo, and a second floor. My father helped Igor, so everything was completed in one season. My father was also a jack-of-all-trades, and he and Igor always got along well. Now our summer house was really exemplary — everything you could want was there. Water, heat, and we even had a bathhouse, and we could drink tea at sunset in a beautiful gazebo. A friend gave us chestnut and Manchurian walnut trees, which we planted near the gazebo. When they grow, their beautifully carved branches will provide thick shade on hot summer days. When my mother-in-law visited last, she was so excited about everything we had done that Igor and I could only smile. She didn’t have her own summer house but had always dreamed of one, or so she said. But she wasn’t invited to ours very often. Yes, I had a good relationship with Irina Semenovna, but her constant care for her older son always irritated me. Now, in the fall, we planned to build insulated chicken coops and raise chickens. The plot was large, so we could afford to do a lot. Many people here raised geese and other livestock. Igor and I discussed many times that we couldn’t manage a full farm, but chickens for fresh eggs and meat seemed like a good idea. Igor had already bought wood for the coops and was looking up how to do it on the Internet, talking to neighbors who had experience raising poultry. Almost every household here raised something, and the summer village was beginning to resemble a real village. We didn’t plan to stay for the winter yet — it was still hard. A house always requires work, and in winter, you have to clear snow every day, which isn’t too convenient when you work a five-day week. So, we only stayed there until October, then moved back to the city. Though, we did plan to try staying for a winter at least once. Maybe we’re just too scared. Other people live there in winter without trouble. We wouldn’t rent out the apartment — we didn’t want strangers in our own home. We would only pay for minimal utilities, and living in the village was cheap. Heating cost less than two thousand rubles a month with a gas boiler, even during the coldest months. We also planned to have our own children next year. After all, Igor and I had been married for a long time, and we wanted to expand our family. We had talked about it many times and even saved up some money for the first few months. Children — they are a big responsibility. You can’t just have three and expect them to grow up like weeds by the fence. You need to feed, clothe, and educate them. With Alexey, everything was easy — he just moved in with his old mother with his brood, and it seemed like that was how it should be. Igor and I had planned and thought everything through. Of course, you can’t predict everything, but you should always strive to prepare as much as you can. Lately, my mother-in-law had been visiting us more and more. Her complaints about life seemed endless… To be continued in the first comment

– Mom called. She’s complaining about life again. She’s really tired of my brother’

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Marina accidentally overheard her husband’s conversation with some girl,whom he called a kitten and a kitty. When Marina abruptly entered the room, he quickly hung up. – Who were you talking to? – A colleague. What happened? – And I thought you were calling Kuklachev, you kept mentioning some kitties in the conversation… – You imagined it. And he left the room. Marina looked after him in confusion. What should he do? He has another woman, that’s obvious. And what about their marriage, everything was fine. They’ve only been living together for two years. Marina looks great, slim, well-groomed, with beautiful long hair. Men turn their heads on the street. What is he missing? A colleague, then… He’s probably lying, although she might really be a colleague. I think he said that a new girl recently joined the team. We need to find out who she is. – Hello, Nadya, hi. How are you? Listen, I think you have a new girl in the team? Mine said that her perfume is amazing. Do you talk to her? Who is she? If you don’t know what perfume she uses, just don’t talk about me, – Marina called her husband’s colleague, whom she had known for a long time. – Hi, Marin. Yeah, we have a new star here, Lilia Noskova. A beauty, of course. All of herself. Skinny as a herring, our women immediately disliked her. And she doesn’t communicate with anyone. She turns up her nose. So I can’t find out about the perfume. And as usual, I’m doing better than everyone else! – Oh, how… Is she married, I wonder? – Married, I saw him a couple of times, he picked me up from work in his car. A normal guy, I think. – Okay, it was nice to chat. Bye. Yeah, she’s a beauty, her name is Lilia. I need to look on social media. Marina found her right away, by her first and last name, and it indicated where she worked. Lots of posts in the profile. And her husband is in the photo. A nice-looking man. She went to his page. A realtor, and even a phone number. Marina took a screenshot. Just in case. A couple of days later, Marina was getting ready to go to the cinema, persuaded her husband to go see a new film, and heard him talking on the phone in the bathroom and saying the name Lilya. She came closer to the door. – Lilya, I can’t today, I promised my wife to go to the cinema. Kitty, don’t be offended, I’ll work it off later… Ugh… What a bastard! Marina was offended, hurt, and disgusted at the same time. He found himself a beauty, the traitor! He’ll work it off… I wonder if this Lilya’s husband knows that he has branched horns? That someone else’s husband is “working it off” with his wife? No, probably not. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have tolerated it. But Marina needed to catch her husband red-handed. She needed evidence. She came up with a plan. – Vitalik, I urgently need to leave for three days, my sister asked me to help with the repairs. – That’s right, I need to help my sister! – the husband rejoiced. His eyes sparkled with anticipation. – I’ll leave in the morning. I made arrangements at work. Let’s go to the movies already, otherwise we’ll be late… Vitalik was the picture of kindness all evening. He was happy that his wife would get out of the house, of course. She’d bring the kitty home. I wonder where they usually meet? Maybe they rent an apartment, or hotels… And now there was such a chance to bring home the sweetheart. The next day, Marina packed her things in a bag, said goodbye to her husband and left for work. It’s good that they have two cars. After work, she went to her mother’s.She explained her arrival by a quarrel with Vitalik. She needed to cool down. So she would stay with her. After a quick bite to eat, she went home and left the car in the neighboring yard. Just in case, so that no one would see her. Aha, the light is on in the window of her apartment. At home, then. And here is Lilia in person. She went out to smoke on the balcony. Marina took out her phone and took a photo of her. And filmed a video. Compromising evidence, so to speak. So he brought her. The bastard… He will work it off on their bed… How disgusting! Marina felt a fierce hatred for him. She found a screenshot with the phone number of this girl’s husband on her phone. She dialed. – Hello! – Hello, Igor. You don’t know me. But my husband knows your wife Lilia very well. And they are together now, in my apartment. – I see… Give me the address! Ten minutes later, Igor was there. — Igor, I suggest we go up and catch them red-handed. I have the keys to the apartment. — Let’s go… They quickly went up to the third floor. Marina quietly opened the apartment with the key. Silence. They went into the hallway. Marina went to the bedroom, Igor behind her. She opened the door… — So, kitties and kittens, are you practicing your tricks? — Marina asked loudly. Vitalik and Lilya looked at them in confusion… The story continues in the comments under the post.

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My husband humiliated me in front of all the family, and I tolerated it, but one day I decided to take revenge on him. That smell again. Cinnamon with vanilla. I check the cheesecake recipe for the hundredth time, although I know it by heart. My hands are shaking when I take the pan out of the oven. Please, let everything be perfect this time. – Masha, are you asleep in there? – Andrey’s voice comes from the living room. – The guests are waiting for dessert! I hastily cut the cheesecake, decorate it with fresh raspberries. Every movement is precise – I’m afraid to make a mistake. His words from the last family dinner echo in my head: “As always, your hands are like hooks. You can’t even cut a simple cake properly.” I walk into the living room with a tray. His entire family is at the table – mom, dad, sister and husband. They are smiling, chatting. Only my mother-in-law looks with her usual squint. – And here comes our cook! — Andrey greets me with his signature grin. — I hope there are no surprises this time? I set out the plates, trying not to meet anyone’s eyes. Andrey tries it first. I hold my breath. — Hmm… — he winces dramatically. — Do you seriously think you can eat this? Where have you seen a cheesecake that dry? — Sorry, I… — I start, but he interrupts: — Can’t you really remember a simple recipe? How many times do I have to repeat it — the temperature is 160 degrees, no higher! Any fool can handle it, but you… My mother-in-law shakes her head: — Andryusha, don’t be angry. Mashenka tried… — That’s right, she tried! — he pushes the plate away irritably. — Everything is, as always, all over the place. Sometimes I think — maybe I should have married someone who at least knows how to cook? Everyone laughs awkwardly. And I stand there, clutching the tray with whitened fingers. Something inside me is breaking, quietly but irrevocably. “I’ll get some coffee,” I squeeze out and run to the kitchen. My hands are shaking as I put the cups on the tray. My head is pulsating: “How much longer? How much longer do I have to endure this?” In the evening, when the guests have left, I stand in front of the mirror in the bedroom for a long time. When did I become like this? A gray face, dull eyes, drooping shoulders. Where is that cheerful girl who once dreamed of great love? Andrey’s voice comes from the living room — he’s calling someone: “Yeah, can you imagine, I screwed up with dessert again.” I don’t know how to teach her anymore — I’ll bang my head against the wall… I peer into my reflection. Something dark and heavy is growing in my chest. The ticking of the clock on the wall suddenly becomes deafening. Enough. Never again. I hardly slept that night. For the first time in ten years of marriage, it was crystal clear in my head. The plan had matured by itself – simple and terrible at the same time. Tomorrow I will show him what it is like to be humiliated. And I don’t care about the consequences.. Continued in the comments

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Husband: “What, did you come running after all? Mom was right. Go ahead, ask for forgiveness.” I had a fight with my husband a year and a half ago. And it was all because of the child’s name. My husband’s family, represented by the husband himself and his mother, insisted on the name Izolda. Izolda Ivanovna, what do you think? To me, it’s complete nonsense. Which I immediately notified my husband and company about. For which I was mercilessly scolded: “My son has the same rights to my granddaughter as you do! He will feed/water/dress her, which means Vanechka chooses the name! You have no right to vote at all, you filthy kept woman! All you know is how to deceive my son as skillfully as possible!” the mother-in-law screamed. F o r e i n the comments⤵️⤵️⤵️

It’s clear: we’ll get divorced through the court. All the best. I had a fight with my husband

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One fine day, Ulyana, returning from work early, found them together. She did not shout, did not quarrel. She quietly left the apartment and closed the door behind her. Her husband and sister did not even notice that she had come… When Ulyana returned at the usual time, everything was decorous and noble. Her husband was frying potatoes, her sister was reading a book in her room. And Ulyana, by some inner inspiration, did not say anything. She did not say, but Andrey immediately felt a change in her. – Did something happen? – he asked solicitously at dinner. – Something always happens, – his wife answered evasively, – life is full of surprises. – I did not understand…, – Andrey was surprised, sensing some kind of catch. – It’s strange, before we understood each other without words. continuation of the story in the first comment

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When the house cat sees that the baby is about to climb over the balcony railing, she rushes to stop him…Click on the first link

This family is fortunate that a very intelligent cat is keeping a close eye on their little child.

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Michael Bublé walked through the door after an exhausting day on tour, and what happened next stopped him in his tracks. His 9-year-old son, Noah, had secretly learning to play “I’ll Never Not Love You” on the piano — the song closest to his dad’s heart. Michael was left absolutely speechless as Noah played, fighting to hold back the tears. Fans everywhere were left sobbing over this moment between father and son. It’s pure magic—watch it now! ❤ Watch below

A 23-year-old Polish lady named Julia Wendell made news throughout the world in 2023 when she claimed

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Mom transforms her 3-year-old daughter’s wheelchair into an incredible Cinderella carriage for Halloween Read in the comments.

Disney hero costumes are always attractive to children, and they often want to wear one. This is also

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After watching his little boy, Noah, fight a battle no child should ever face, Michael Bublé made the only choice that mattered—he stepped away from the spotlight to be a father first. The world of fame and fortune faded into the background as he stood by his son’s side through every heartbreaking moment. But now, he’s back—not with the glitz of celebrity, but with a story so raw and deeply moving that it will leave you breathless. In an emotional reveal, Michael opens up about the decision that changed his life forever and why, despite everything, his heart has never been more full. Anyone who hears this will feel it in their soul… Watch below

Michael Buble, a Canadian male singer, celebrated his son’s eighth birthday with a unique message.

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Darci Lynne brought the house down with her dazzling performance of Let The Good Times Roll! Her stunning vocals paired with her signature puppetry created pure magic on stage, leaving the audience in awe and clapping endlessly. A performance you can’t miss…

Darci Lynne’s incredible rendition of “Let the Good Times Roll” enthralled the audience. She delivered

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Long-awaited reunion: Owners find dog missing for 7 months See in the comments.

A dog that had been missing for almost seven months was eventually located in an animal shelter in New Jersey.

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When Michelle Saaiman noticed something unusual about her toddler’s eye, she never imagined the condition