
“So, you wanted a divorce? Well, you’ve got it. The apartment’s mine, the car’s mine, and the kids want nothing to do with you,” I snapped, slamming the door while he stood there, stunned.
Nadezhda had always known the value of hard work. At just twenty-two, after completing her economics degree, she landed a job at a small company. By twenty-seven, she was already managing the finance department at a large corporation. Her packed schedule—six days a week, often working late—never once bothered her. Everyone admired her dedication, calling…