You wanted a divorce so here it is but don’t forget the house is mine the car is mine and even your kids can’t stand you
Irina carefully laid out the dinner table—forks, knives, spoons—all precisely where they should be. It looked like something out of a magazine, the kind of table a restaurant would be proud of. She allowed herself a small smirk. Gennady wouldn’t notice. He used to care about those things, the details, the effort. Now, it seemed … Read more