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**Diary Entry** *Sunday, 8:30 AM* “I’ll come in whenever I wantI have the keys,”

Life always unfolds in its own way. “Rebecca, Ive got news for you,” chattered Emily. “

Honestly, I never planned to get married. If it hadnt been for my future husbands relentless pursuit

**Diary Entry** Perhaps we could grab a drink at the pub? Just a quick pint and a chat?”

HOW I HATED HER A slightly crumpled sheet of paper lay in her desk drawer alongside her resignation letter.

The Two Ungrateful Daughters “We didnt buy that three-bed flat for nothing, you know,”

**Diary Entry 30th April** This morning, the day before my fiftieth birthday, I woke up in a foul mood.

The news that Michael Whitcombe intended to marry off his only daughter sent ripples through the village.

**Diary Entry** Three years, Margaretthree years youve hounded me for a grandson, scolded me for dragging my feet.

The man threw me out onto the street with our two children, but if only you could have seen his face