(Not)Mine/(Not)My
14 hrs. 30 min.
Language
Russian
Author
Olivia Lake
Author
Olivia Lake
Narrator
Svetlana Seliverstova
Narrator
Svetlana Seliverstova
Description
“Did you do your homework?” I came in and got to work picking up all the scattered stuff from the floor: clothes, candy wrappers, notebooks spilling out of her backpack.
Something fell out of one pocket of her sweater—a vape, one of the things that’s popular with teenagers right now.
“Nicole?!” I turned to her, stunned. Twelve years! Twelve! “What is this even—?!”
Nicole changed her expression and immediately ended the conversation with her friends.
“It’s none of your business!” she snapped. “You’re not my mother, and you don’t get to rummage through my things!” She snatched the vape out of my hands. This little nasty brat was practically throwing herself at me! Since when is that allowed?! Neither me nor Miroslav raised her like that!
“Your father will come, and we’ll talk about everything that happened in this room,” I said firmly.
“Soon you won’t be the one in charge here,” she said unexpectedly, and then—grabbing her phone—she shoved a short video in my face. Mira and Lika, my husband and his ex-wife, were drinking wine—and then she kissed him. For a long time. Torturously long. He didn’t push her away...
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For a whole year I lived in constant tension. Nothing seemed to have changed in my life: my beloved husband, my little son, my stepdaughter whom I’d been raising since she was four, a good job, a home, plenty—and… my husband’s ex-wife…
Something fell out of one pocket of her sweater—a vape, one of the things that’s popular with teenagers right now.
“Nicole?!” I turned to her, stunned. Twelve years! Twelve! “What is this even—?!”
Nicole changed her expression and immediately ended the conversation with her friends.
“It’s none of your business!” she snapped. “You’re not my mother, and you don’t get to rummage through my things!” She snatched the vape out of my hands. This little nasty brat was practically throwing herself at me! Since when is that allowed?! Neither me nor Miroslav raised her like that!
“Your father will come, and we’ll talk about everything that happened in this room,” I said firmly.
“Soon you won’t be the one in charge here,” she said unexpectedly, and then—grabbing her phone—she shoved a short video in my face. Mira and Lika, my husband and his ex-wife, were drinking wine—and then she kissed him. For a long time. Torturously long. He didn’t push her away...
❃❃❃❃❃
For a whole year I lived in constant tension. Nothing seemed to have changed in my life: my beloved husband, my little son, my stepdaughter whom I’d been raising since she was four, a good job, a home, plenty—and… my husband’s ex-wife…
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