Emily Taylor

After my husband left me for my best friend, I couldnt stop smiling when I ran into them three years later.

The morning swam in grey light, the coffee maker clicked, and steam slowly curled up the window.

The moment Gloria Peterson lunged for the envelope, everyone flinched, and teaspoons clattered against saucers.

“Mum,” Victor murmured softly when they were alone in the kitchen, “Ive been meaning

“Oh my gosh, my dress! Can you believe I actually threw it in there?”Emily flung open the

When the growl of the Jaguars engine faded into the trees at last, the silence settled over me like a

When I stepped out of the showerwhere Id stood under the spray for at least ten minutes, numb to the

**Diary Entry** It hit me like a cold gust of wind when Dennis finally spoke, his voice barely above

**A Wish Granted** We rented a flat right in the heart of London. Do you like it? he asked, barely able

Twenty-five years ago, my husband went abroad The stress and worry gave me cancer.Hello. Ive debated