“A beautiful name,” Kirill commented, almost absentmindedly.

Kirill was running late. It was already eight o’clock, and he hadn’t bought flowers, chosen a gift, or even changed his clothes. His mother, Svetlana Eduardovna Krasilnikova, was celebrating her birthday at the family’s luxurious country house, and it was expected to be another one of those family gatherings filled with business partners, journalists, and … Read more

I casually invited Emily over for tea, knowing she’d jump at the chance to spend time with me while keeping up the appearance of innocence

One ordinary morning, as I was busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast, a faint sound from the living room caught my attention. It was the voice of my husband, Mark, followed by the soft, familiar tone of our neighbor’s daughter, Emily. At first, I didn’t think much of it, until I overheard words that I … Read more

“So what? The flat was empty!” she said dismissively. “Larissa needs a place to stay. She can’t afford rent, and I’m just helping her out

Two years ago, my mum married again. It was a surprise to everyone, especially considering her age. She had a beautiful wedding with a dress and guests, and her new husband, Richard, who had moved from a different town, seemed to be the perfect match for her. He didn’t have any property in our small … Read more

— No, Kirill. This is respect for oneself. Basic self-respect. If you don’t understand that—that’s your problem.

Svetlana had had enough. It wasn’t just today’s request that pushed her over the edge—it was the countless small tasks she had taken on over the years, the endless errands, the unspoken assumption that she was there to serve. She had always been there for Kirill’s mother, Anna Lvovna, without question. At first, it had … Read more