La vida

“He looks just like your missing boy,” my fiancée whispered. What happened next left the

“If you think I do nothing for you, try living without me!” Emily snapped. That evening

So, there was this bloke named Edward Whitaker, a proper well-off farmer in the Cotswoldsrolling fields

The air in the restaurant was thick with tension, the clinking of crystal glasses ringing hollow against

*Diary Entry* **”If you think I do nothing for you, try living without me!”** That evening

**Diary Entry** I never imagined my life would take such a turn. Here in the quiet countryside of Devon

“Heres the truth about your fiancée,” Edward said flatly, handing his son a flash drive.

“Here’s the whole truth about your fiancée,” his father said dryly, handing Edward

**Diary Entry 12th May** You know those moments when patience simply snaps? When it runs out like sand

**Diary Entry A Lesson in Being Seen** “If you think I do nothing for you, try living without me!”