Polina felt the floor slipping beneath her feet. The name of her husband, spoken by a stranger with such fear, seemed to change everything.
Marina took a deep breath and continued:
— He knows how to charm. At first, he is charming, caring, gives compliments… but sooner or later, he only listens to his mother. And believe me, Oksana Ivanovna has a plan for every step you take.
Polina felt her chest tighten. She had told herself so many times that she was exaggerating, that it was just her jealousy over her mother-in-law’s interference in their lives. But now, the words of this unknown woman confirmed her greatest fears.
— I lost my apartment in the city center, — Marina said in a low voice. — It all started with some papers. “Just a formality,” they told me. I signed, and within a few months, I was left on the streets. Now I rent, and my only mistake was trusting.
Polina flinched. She thought about the documents that Oksana had already asked her to take to the notary. She had refused then, citing a lack of time. Now she understood why her mother-in-law insisted so much.
— And what if I don’t sign? — Polina asked, more to herself.
Marina looked at her intently, with a sharp gaze.
— Then they will try something else. They will do everything in their power. But at least you will be prepared.
Polina closed the door slowly, remaining in silence. The kettle continued to boil, and the steam rising into the air made her dizzy. She felt caught between two worlds: the freshly renovated home where she had dreamed of living happily with Nicolae, and the world of suspicion that now gnawed at her soul.
That evening, she did not drink tea. She stayed on the couch, her eyes fixed on the new walls, trying to gather her thoughts.
The next day, she went to the church at the corner of the street. She was not a very religious woman, but she felt the need to light a candle. In front of the icon of the Mother of God, she let her soul speak in a whisper: “Give me the strength to find the truth. And not to lose myself.”
The old priest, who was coming out of the altar, noticed her. He approached and, seeing her troubled face, simply said:
— My daughter, know that the truth, no matter how hard it is, will set you free. Do not be afraid to seek it.
His words remained etched in her mind. And for the first time, Polina felt that she could no longer ignore the signs.
The next evening, when Nicolae returned home, she was already waiting for him. The apartment smelled of basil and incense, and a white candle was burning on the table.
— We need to talk, — she said, with a strange calm in her voice.
He smiled, as if he did not understand the gravity of the moment. But in Polina’s eyes, there was no longer that naivety of the past. There was determination.
— About your mother. And about me.
Nicolae froze. His silence confirmed everything she needed to know.
Polina was no longer the victim in someone else’s story. Now she was the woman who would decide for her own life.
She raised her gaze to the icon in the corner and understood: no apartment, no wealth, no hidden plans had power over her anymore.
For the first time in a long time, she breathed freely.
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