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This is no casual fling, Eleanor. Ive lived a double life for seventeen years, Dominic said, twisting

Its not good for you to have sweets, my sisterinlaw said, scooping the birthday cake off the kitchen table.

Weeks after the wedding, I unintentionally overheard a conversation between my husband and my motherwhat

Mum, why do you always go on like that? I could hear Imogens voice cracking on the phone. Its the same

“Excuse me… where am I?” the woman asked softly, gazing out the car window as if struggling

“This isnt some fling, Emily. For seventeen years, Ive been living a double life,”

For fifteen years, every evening at six oclock sharp, Id set a steaming plate down on the same greenpainted

Sorry, Tom, but I Ive fallen for your wife, he said, looking off to the side as if the words had slipped

On her way to the village shop, Emily suddenly recognised the mother of her first love in the elderly

One autumn afternoon, my fathers second wife appeared at our doorstep. In her hands was a box brimming