The next day, I confronted him. His face turned pale as I showed him the bank statements
“Vera, our family mortgage got approved!” Dima burst through the door, his voice excited, his eyes sparkling as though he’d just stumbled upon a treasure chest. “Six percent per year! Six million rubles!” I was at the sink, washing off the dinner dishes, my hands moving on autopilot. But the moment I heard his words, … Read more