Step back! he roared. I never vowed to marry you! And I dont even know whose baby this is. Maybe it isnt mine at all. Then...
Emily was being way too clingy about helping around the house, so I gave her a gentle shove toward the door. Emily, dont take this the...
Margaret, must I keep calling you Mrs. Whitaker? I asked, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. Explain the difference, please. Emily, why do...
26October2025 I can hardly believe Im writing this, but I need to get it out of my head before the migraine comes back in full force....
I stopped ironing Jamess shirts the day he dismissed my work as just sitting at home. Come on, Emily, what could you possibly be tired of?...
James said he was off on a work trip, but I found his car parked outside my best friends flat. Did you remember your charger? And...
The brides mother, Margaret Whitfield, slid me into the worst table with a sardonic smile. Know your place, she sneered. Within minutes the waiters were folding...