My niece once told me in secret that when her dad is not home, her uncle Maks, my husband, comes to visit them. He gives the little one a toy and then goes to hug her mom.
I started asking the girl a lot and found out that Maks visits my sister-in-law several times a week. Once again, when my niece was brought to me to care for and my husband went to his mother, I called my brother and went to his house with my niece. My brother came quickly.
Then we compared the days when my husband asked about my brother's business trip schedule. “If you and I go upstairs now, you know what will happen after that.” “Yes,” my brother said. “Yes,” I confirmed. But what about the apartments?
The thing is, both my brother and his wife, as well as my husband and I, bought our apartments as married couples. So when the apartments are divided, both he and I will have to share them with these traitors. We decided to do nothing for now, just think about the situation. And look for a way out.
My brother went back to work, and Ania and I went to my place. About three hours later, my sister-in-law came and took her daughter, and about twenty minutes later Maks returned. In the evening, my brother invited us for dinner:
“Listen, let's sell the apartments and buy one big house. With separate entrances. We'll live next to each other,” he suggested enthusiastically.
Everyone unanimously supported the idea. My brother and I took care of the organizational matters. We sold our apartments, and on the way home we were “attacked and robbed” by robbers. We filed for divorce.
Six months later, my brother and I were reminiscing about our failed marriages in our apartment. The lovers got married, and now, according to Ania, who often visits us, “they yell at each other all the time.”
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