Emily Taylor

At my daughters wedding, her mother-in-law handed her a gift box wrapped in shiny gold paper.

Every morning, Emily awoke to the gentle patter of rain against her window and grey clouds hovering above

At twelve years old, Holly Smith already knew what it meant to go to bed hungry, endure awkward stares

Gran, can I stay with you for a bit? Emily sniffled as she spoke. I just cant live with him anymore.

My name is Beatrice Whitmore and I am thirty-four. The betrayal was not a thunderclap, but rather a hairline

So, mate, let me tell you about Edward. Hes been replaying this one month in his head more times than

I never imagined that my wedding day would become the stage for the cruelest humiliation of my life.

So, let me tell you about this story I knowits pretty touching. It starts with Emily and Tom.

I never told my son-in-law I was a retired officer, once a specialist in psychological training for the

An hour before the wedding, my name is Emily Rose, and Im alone in the side corridor of the hotel, trying