La vida

I still recall those days as if they were a faded tapestry hanging in the attic of my mind.

You want my husband? Hes all yours! said the wife with a smirk, addressing the stranger at her door.

Over such a trifle I wont even ask for time off work, Mum said when I invited her to my wedding.

Ive barely slept for three nights. Guilts gnawing at me like a starving animal, leaving me no peace.

In the dimly lit stairwell of Flat Six, where the scent of damp umbrellas and old mortar clung to the

The weight of my decision presses down on me like a leaden sky. Three sleepless nights have left me hollow

5November2025 Wednesday I was pulling on my coat when the phone rang. It was my colleague Emily from

Until Next Summer Outside the window, the first days of summer stretched long and lazy, green leaves

Emma hurried home. The clock had already struck almost ten in the evening, and she yearned to reach her

**Diary Entry** During the divorce, my wealthy husband, Edward Whitmore, decided to leave me with nothing