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The dream began in the garden, where I discovered two tiny souls among the dew-kissed carrots.

“Goodbye, dead weight!” he spat before walking out to the wealthy widow. A year later, he

**Diary Entry** Ill never forget that wedding day. My own son, Thomas Whitmore, looked me dead in the

Life had never been kind to Alfie. Not from the start, at least. Sure, hed had a family oncefather, mother

**Diary Entry 14th June** In our little Yorkshire village, where gossip travels faster than the post

**Diary Entry** I sat in the armchair, staring at the lipstick. It wasnt mineI never wear lipstick.

James remembered that day as if it were yesterday. The bitter winter wind cut through his threadbare

My Mother-in-Law Humiliated Me at a Restaurant, and Ive Had Enough of Being Her Doormat Im Emily Carter

Anna married late, at twenty-five. Her husband wasnt exactly a total dud, but he wasnt the sort to make

Sunlight, like golden threads, spilled through the dusty blinds, painting bright patches across the kitchen table.