Emily Taylor

At my husbands funeral a silverhaired man came up to me and whispered, Now were free. He was the one

She abandoned her and their children. A decade later she returned, but she was no longer the same person.

My stepfathers new wife once whispered, Only real mothers belong in the front row, and my son answered

Victor stood on the doorstep, the man Eleanor had divorced four years earlier twice her exhusband, in fact.

I called off the wedding. Yes, you read that right. Two whole weeks before the day wed been dithering

Dear Diary, I thought my wife was cheating on me. It turned out to be something far worse. The phone

December 3rd a bitter winters evening I rose before dawn, the sky a sheet of low clouds, thin flakes

I’m going to return everything, I promise, Harriet says, her voice trembling. Harriet, Im sorry

While my husband was working on the oil rigs off the Algarve, I gave birth to a child and lied, claiming

Amelia, Ive told you a hundred times now isnt the time for children, I said, snapping my laptop shut