When Natalia came home, she found her husband Nikita pacing the apartment, pale and frantic. He couldn’t reach his parents — they’d gone to inspect the apartment Natalia had “bought for them.”
Natalia stayed calm. She cooked dinner. Ate alone. Watched videos.
And waited.
An hour later Nikita finally got a call from his mother.
Her scream echoed through the apartment.
The truth was simple: the “apartment” had no renovation, no plumbing, no electricity. Bare concrete walls. Impossible to live in.
That’s when Nikita realized — Natalia had planned everything.
Natalia had never been beautiful. She grew up knowing it, hearing it, living with it. While others chased love, she chased education, money, independence. She became a highly paid engineer, bought apartments with cash, and supported her parents.
Then she met Nikita — handsome, charming, and very quick to understand her financial situation.
After the wedding, his parents suddenly needed help. Money. Support. Then housing. And finally, Nikita demanded Natalia give her second apartment to them — and even register it in their name.
She agreed with a smile.
Because the night before, she overheard him tell his mother:
“She’ll do anything. Let her pay for the time I had to sleep with her.”
So Natalia gave them keys — to an unfinished concrete shell.
While Nikita was at work, she packed his things, changed the locks, and sent his parents straight into reality.
No apologies. No explanations.
She didn’t need revenge fueled by rage — just timing, silence, and intelligence.
In the end, the marriage turned out to be profitable after all.
Just not for Nikita.
