Diana stood in the kitchen, staring at the screen of her phone. A message from her mother-in-law, Alla Gennadyevna, glowed like an unnaturally bright...

Mom, I don’t understand anything. How is this even possible?!” Olga looked at her mother in disbelief.

— “Let Your Mother Look Over The Documents First Before She Opens Her Mouth,” Nadezhda Said. “The Apartment Is Registered In My Name.”

Ah, so when you need help it’s ‘dear daughter,’ but when you were signing the apartment over to my brother it was, ‘You’ll manage...

SHE THOUGHT NO ONE SAW HER FEEDING THE HUNGRY BOY, BUT HER BILLIONAIRE BOSS CAME HOME EARLY. WHAT HE DID NEXT CHANGED EVERYTHING.

— You came to me for help? To me—the man you threw out into the street with a pregnant wife?

“Where did you pick this up at sixty?” the doctor asked with disgust. I looked at my “paralyzed” husband—and everything snapped into place.

My mother-in-law spat in my soup. I stirred it up—and, smiling, slid the bowl to her son.