Emily Taylor

I pulled him out of that world, and he found another. But my parting gift ruined them both. *”

*”That’s my sister!”* the man exclaimed as his dear sister set up a barbecue right

“Thanks to my son for the celebration!” said my mother-in-law at the table I’

“Are you alright, love?” A concerned male voice snapped her out of her daze. She looked up

“Are you alright, love?” A concerned male voice snapped her out of her daze. She looked up

**Diary Entry** I’ve never been one to tempt fate, but here I am, hopelessly in love—with a man so handsome

When Mum decided to remarry, Emily didn’t mind. She quite liked her mother’s choice—Paul, a calm and

“I want to lie down—looking after the kids is women’s work!” declared my husband, shutting his eyes.

“You only eat and do nothing,” she snapped, and so I quietly packed my bags and sold the

He must never know. Emily stood outside the old block of flats, her finger hovering over the buzzer.