Did you really think this apartment was his?” I asked with a smirk, confronting my husband’s new mistress who had come to kick me out of my pre-marital home.
I wiped away the last of my tears, looking at myself in the mirror. No, I wouldn’t let myself break down. Not now. This is my apartment, and nobody has the right to throw me out. Who would have thought that after six years of marriage to Pavel, it would end like this? We had … Read more