At fifty years old, Denis had never shouted so loudly in his life.
He paced around the kitchen, waving his arms, not holding back on the words he used. His voice constantly broke into a shriek. He scolded his wife Alla as if she were a misbehaving schoolgirl.
He reminded her that she was already forty-seven. That they had two grown children, Semyon and Olya. That, after all, they now had grandchildren who she was supposed to set an example for.
Alla sat at the table eating her dinner calmly. She didn’t even look at her husband.
That morning, Denis had said he’d be late and told her not to wait for him for dinner. So she was eating. The fact that her husband suddenly burst in with a face twisted in rage seemed not to concern her at all.
When Denis ran out of steam and demanded explanations for at least the hundredth time, Alla silently pushed her plate away. She stood up, glanced at her husband indifferently, and said that she wasn’t going to coordinate anything with anyone anymore. From now on, she was starting a new life.
She went into the living room, lay down on the couch, and turned on the TV. The dishes stayed right there on the table. For Denis, this was unthinkable—his perfect Alla, who had served the family impeccably for twenty-eight years, hadn’t even washed her own plate!
Blinded by rage, he stormed into the room and yanked the TV cord out of the socket. In the same instant, a heavy remote flew at his face. The blow landed right on the bridge of his nose. Denis howled in pain, grabbed his face, and blood streamed out from between his fingers.
Instead of rushing to her husband with apologies and a towel, Alla slowly got up from the couch. She shoved her whimpering husband aside, picked the remote up off the floor, plugged the TV back in, and muttered through gritted teeth that if he touched the television one more time, she’d put it on his head.
Clutching his broken nose, Denis ran to the bathroom. Alla closed the door behind him and turned up the volume on the movie. She had no intention of listening to his shouts or his moans anymore.
A worrying call from the mother-in-law
Denis’s day had actually started out quite normally, until he got a phone call from his mom. Tatyana Lvovna was in hysterics. She had just returned from her friend’s dacha, where she’d heard some utterly wild news.
It turned out that in the same elite gardening community, someone had bought a luxurious three-story mansion on a twelve-hundred-square-meter lot. And that “someone” was her daughter-in-law, Alla.
Tatyana Lvovna was deeply offended. How could her son dare to buy a country house and not invite his own mother? Or even consult her?
Denis tried to defend himself. He swore his mom must have mixed something up, that they hadn’t bought any dacha. But his persistent mother sought out the head of the gardening association. There was no mistake. The new owner was Alla.
And that wasn’t even all. Neighbors of the mansion whispered to Tatyana Lvovna that its owner now spent all her time outdoors because she’d quit her job.
That was the real blow. Denis felt like the ground was slipping out from under his feet.
Alla was the chief engineer at her company. Her salary wasn’t just good—it was enormous. Thanks to her, Denis, a modest research associate, enjoyed a life of luxury. Only because of his wife could he change his car every three years, wear designer suits, eat delicious meals, and receive thick envelopes for “pocket expenses”.
Alla covered the mortgage for a huge four-bedroom apartment in the center of Moscow, which her in-laws had taken out a year ago. Every month, she handed over large sums to her adult children: her son Semyon for skiing resorts, her daughter Olya for seaside trips, her daughter-in-law and son-in-law for branded clothes and private schools for the grandkids.
For twenty-eight years, Alla earned money and handed it out. And Denis spent his own salary exclusively on himself.
A Nineteen-Year-Old Problem
After finding out from his mother that his wife had been fired, Denis realized that his comfortable life was hanging by a thread. He immediately called Angela.
Angela was just nineteen. Denis had been seeing her for quite a while, regularly confessing his passionate love and showering her with gifts bought with his wife’s money. He quickly told Angela they wouldn’t be able to meet this evening—urgent family issues had come up. In response, he heard her spoiled, icy voice.
Angela said if a fifty-year-old man had more important things to do than her, she’d quickly find him a replacement. There were plenty of willing candidates. Then she hung up.
Denis broke out in a cold sweat. He knew Angela wasn’t bluffing. Without Alla’s money, he wouldn’t be able to keep his young lover. The choice between his wife and his youthful fling wasn’t even a question. A lover was nice, sure, but it was his legal wife who fed, clothed, and took care of him. He needed to rush home and save his main ‘source’ of support, fast.
The whole way home, he prayed his mother was wrong. What mansion? What firing? Could Alla really make such decisions without telling him?
But not only did Alla confirm all the rumors—she almost broke his nose, too.
Family Meeting to Save the Wallet
Sitting in the kitchen with a swollen nose, Denis started calling his relatives. Within an hour, the apartment turned into a buzzing hive. Everyone showed up. His mom, Tatyana Lvovna, his dad, Gennady Petrovich. His twenty-seven-year-old son Semyon arrived with his wife Martha and son Vasya. His twenty-six-year-old daughter Olga hurried in with her husband Arthur and their son Charles.
They crowded into the kitchen, whispering anxiously. No one understood what had happened to their always-obliging, submissive Alla. What had triggered this sudden rebellion?
Alla heard the apartment fill up with people, but she didn’t even come out to say hello. She simply didn’t care. Before, she’d be fussing, setting the table, asking who wanted tea and who wanted coffee. But that version of Alla—the family’s devoted sponsor—was gone two months ago. Her family just didn’t know it yet. For the past two months, she had quietly made her retreat: transferring assets, wrapping up work, and setting up her new home.
Finally, after gathering their courage, the entire delegation shuffled single file into the living room.
A Secret Everyone Knew—Except Her
The family gathered around the couch, demanding answers all at once. Alla sighed. She turned off the TV, sat down, looked at her large family, and spoke words that sent an icy silence through the room.
She said she hated every one of them. Each and every one.
Tatyana Lvovna clutched her chest dramatically and gasped in offense. How could she speak to her loved ones this way? What had they done to deserve it?
And so Alla calmly, without a hint of hysteria, told them about something that happened two months ago.
She was coming home from work, walking past a fancy restaurant with glass windows, when she accidentally saw Denis sitting at a table—not alone. A young woman was with him, and her husband was looking at this girl in a way he hadn’t looked at Alla in twenty years. Alla went inside, quietly sat some distance away, and understood everything.
But that wasn’t the worst part. She didn’t cause a scene right then and there. Instead, she hired a private detective. And discovered a truth that burned away any remnants of love left in her heart forever.
It turned out that everyone knew about Angela.
Her mother-in-law knew. Her father-in-law knew. Her daughter-in-law and son-in-law knew. And worst of all, both her own children, Semyon and Olga, knew.
The whole family would smile sweetly at Alla, take thick wads of cash from her, enjoy vacations at her expense—and all the while, they covered up Denis’s affairs behind her back. Not a single person told her the truth! The mother-in-law even encouraged her son’s fling—saying that he deserved a bit of fun after dealing with a ‘strict wife.’ And the children stayed quiet because they were afraid Alla would cut off her endless flow of cash if she got divorced.
That’s why Alla bought her dream dacha not just anywhere, but right in the same gardeners’ coop where her mother-in-law went. She wanted Tatyana Lvovna to be the first to see the mansion and be consumed by envy.
Ultimatums and attempts to bargain
The living room became so quiet you could hear the wall clock ticking. The mother-in-law was the first to react. Realizing things had taken a serious turn, she instantly switched from anger to kindness, flattering and nodding, vowing that they would fix everything. She solemnly insisted Denis would leave Angela right away and never go near her again. As for Denis, sensing that millions were at stake, he shakily nodded his agreement.
He rushed to apologize to his wife, babbling that he would give up this ‘youthful mistake’ for the sake of keeping the family together.
Alla gave a cold, mocking smile:
‘I would never dream of taking such great happiness away from my husband.’
Realizing she couldn’t be swayed, the heavy artillery came into play. The father-in-law reminded her about their luxury apartment in central Moscow. They’d taken out a mortgage with almost no down payment! They still had ten years of payments left! If Alla stopped supporting them, the old folks would be out on the street!
Alla yawned and replied that even if they ended up on the street in twenty degrees below zero, she wouldn’t care one bit.
That’s when the kids were pushed forward. Semyon and Olga nudged little Vasya and Charles toward their grandmother, trying for sympathy. They shouted that because of her selfishness, the grandchildren would have to quit their expensive classes and drop out of their top-notch school. Semyon and Olga would have to sell their fancy cars and move to cheap neighborhoods.
“Life throws all kinds of surprises,” Alla replied indifferently. “You’re just going to have to live with it.”
The couples tried to say something, but Alla barked so loudly that they shrank into their shoulders. She ordered everyone to leave her apartment immediately. When Denis, confused, asked what would happen to him, his wife looked right through him as if he didn’t exist.
“You’re the one who should leave first,” she snapped. “Get out.”
Domino Effect
Life found a way to set everything straight incredibly quickly. It turned out Alla had a solid share package from her old workplace, given to her in her youth. The dividends were more than enough to let her live in a luxury mansion, hire a gardener, and not worry about a thing.
But her freeloaders’ little empire collapsed like a house of cards.
Tatyana Lvovna and her father-in-law had to urgently sell their property. After paying off the bank debt, the money from selling their fancy apartment was only enough for a cramped one-room flat on the edge of the region.
Alla’s children couldn’t handle the harsh new reality either. Without mom’s handouts, Semyon couldn’t hold onto his demanding wife. Marta packed her bags and ran off to Sochi with another man, leaving Semyon alone with their eight-year-old son.
Olga’s husband Arthur did the same—he vanished off to Kislovodsk with a new love as soon as he realized his mother-in-law’s financial support was gone forever. Now the grandkids attend the most ordinary free local schools.
And what about Denis? Nineteen-year-old Angela did exactly as she promised and cut him out of her life the very day she found out her “sugar daddy” had no money or car left. Now the former “big shot” is stuck in a tiny apartment with his elderly parents, scraping by on a pitiful public sector salary.
Alla didn’t bother filing for divorce. Why should she? The city apartment was hers before marriage, so were the shares, and the new country house was wisely registered under her best friend’s name. There was nothing for Denis to claim in court.
She just erased these people from her world. Now she enjoys fresh air, focuses on herself, and watches from a distance as her former family struggles in the situations they’ve earned.
Sometimes she thinks she could help her son and daughter get good jobs. She could. If only they came to her, looked her in the eyes, and sincerely asked forgiveness for betraying her.
But their pride and greed keep them from setting foot on her property. And Alla isn’t in any hurry anymore. She has nowhere to rush these days.
What do you think—was Alla right? After all, her children ended up with nothing too. Should Semyon and Olga have told their mother about their father’s affairs, even at the risk of breaking up the family? Or does their silence make them accomplices, unforgivable in Alla’s eyes?
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