La vida

**Diary Entry 18th March** While Emily was paying, James hung back by the door. By the time she started

Hes Not My Son That boy isnt mine, declared the millionaire coldly, his voice echoing through the marble foyer.

My stepson defied that old sayingonly real mothers belong at the front! When I married my husband, Oliver

When James arrived at the maternity ward that day, his heart pounded with excitement. He clutched a bunch

My stepson proved that old saying wrongyou know, the one about only “real” mothers belonging

When James arrived at the maternity ward that day, his heart pounded with anticipation. He clutched a

The night hung heavy over London, thick with the scent of rain and foreboding. Dark clouds loomed like

The night hung heavy over London, thick with the promise of sorrow. Dark clouds lumbered across the sky

**Diary Entry 12th May** It was just another shift in A&E at the local hospital in Manchester when

Emily hid a recorder in her mother-in-laws house to listen to her conversations. James and Emily had