You wanted a divorce? Fine but remember the apartment is mine, the car is mine, and the kids despise you
Irina carefully arranged the silverware on the dining table—spoons, forks, knives—making sure every piece was perfectly placed, just like in a fine restaurant. Yet, a faint, self-mocking smile tugged at her lips. “Gena probably wouldn’t even notice,” she thought. He used to appreciate these little details, but lately, it seemed he just didn’t care. “But … Read more