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The morning air was thick with quiet as Dana stepped into the office, her shoulders slumped under the

**Diary Entry – October 12th** I used to believe how lucky I was—not just with my husband, but with his

“Where do you even complain when your own daughter hates you?” Muttering to herself, Zoe

Autumn was slipping away, bidding farewell to the city at a leisurely pace, leaving behind carpets of

“Good morning,” muttered Diana as she walked into the office and slumped into her chair.

**Diary Entry** I’m just a mum. No right to love. No time for it either. My daughter, Emily, turned sixteen.

The mother-in-law wept bitterly right at the wedding. And only she knew why. The crowd of guests chanted “

I’m Just Mum. No Right to Love, No Time for It My daughter Emily turned sixteen. My youngest, Oliver

Jack decided I was a terrible housewife—after consulting his mum. Jack and I got married just over a year ago.

**The Shadow of Care: A Tale of Love and Manipulation** In the quaint market town of Willowbrook, where