— How dare you! — Zinaida Ivanovna clutched her heart. — I am your husband’s mother! And that’s exactly why I’ve been putting up with this for three months.
— But there’s a limit to everything, — Lyudmila cut her off. — Zinaida Ivanovna, tomorrow you are going to look at the apartments they’re offering you. Choose any of them. And if you refuse, rent a place. I’ll give you money for the first month. But you are moving out of this apartment.
— Oleg! — the mother-in-law wailed. — Do you hear how she’s talking to me?
Oleg stood silently in the middle of the room. Confusion was written on his face. He expected his wife to make excuses, cry, and ask for forgiveness. But Lyudmila sat calmly, with a straight back, and looked at him firmly.
— Lyuda… — he began more quietly. — Why be like this? Mom really needs care, respect…
— But not at the expense of destroying someone else’s family. Oleg, I’m tired. Tired of sleeping on the sofa in my own apartment. Tired of not being heard. Tired of being blamed for everything. Today showed everything. You didn’t even ask where the money came from. You immediately accused me. And immediately decided to take it.
— I thought…
— You didn’t think. You listened to your mom, as always.
Zinaida Ivanovna looked hunted, glancing from her son to her daughter-in-law. Her triumph had crumbled, and now she realized she had gone too far.
— Fine. I got carried away, — she muttered. — But not out of malice. I thought it was something illegal. So I…
— And decided to appropriate it? — Lyudmila smirked. — Makes sense.
Oleg sank onto the sofa next to his wife.
— Lyudka, I’m sorry, I really lost my temper. I didn’t think. You’re right. We should have talked first. You shouldn’t have gone through my things at all.
— Yes, that too…
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