“You’re nothing without me,” my husband insisted forcefully, but a year later, he found himself desperately trying to secure a job at the very company I ran
Without me, you’re nothing, Anna. Don’t forget that,” Igor’s words cut through the quiet apartment as he hastily packed his belongings into a suitcase. His voice carried a finality that echoed through the room. Anna stood still in the doorway, her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms. She wasn’t silent out of … Read more