“You’re nothing without me,” my husband once claimed—but a year later, he was sitting across from me, desperately asking for a job in my office.
Igor’s voice was cold as he threw the last of his clothes into his suitcase, zipping it shut with a sharp flick. His words cut through the dimly lit apartment like a knife, heavy with finality. Anna stood in the doorway, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. She wasn’t … Read more