Where did you get that picture? William’s face went pale the moment he saw the photograph of his missing father on the wall. When William came...
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Emma, I really dont like your Charlie, Mum declared after shed met the girls fiancé. Listen, Emma, ask yourself what it is about him that puts...
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Dear Diary, My husbands relatives have been gossiping behind my back, but they have no idea that yesterday I won a fortune. Dont wear that dress...
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Old letters When the postman finally stopped hoisting parcels up the stairs and began leaving newspapers and envelopes in the...
I still recall how James turned his back on a seaside holiday, all for the sake of saving a few...
Step back! he roared. I never vowed to marry you! And I dont even know whose baby this is. Maybe...
Emily was being way too clingy about helping around the house, so I gave her a gentle shove toward the...
Margaret, must I keep calling you Mrs. Whitaker? I asked, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. Explain...
26October2025 I can hardly believe Im writing this, but I need to get it out of my head before the...
I stopped ironing Jamess shirts the day he dismissed my work as just sitting at home. Come on, Emily, what...
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The brides mother, Margaret Whitfield, slid me into the worst table with a sardonic smile. Know your place, she sneered....
Rain tapped against the sill of the little rented twobedroom flat. James watched the droplets trace strange patterns on the...