La vida

After my wife passed away, I sent away the boy who wasnt my own bloodten years later, a truth surfaced

No, Mum. You wont be visiting us againnot today, not tomorrow, not next year. A story of patience worn thin.

After my wife passed away, I kicked out her son who wasnt my blood. Ten years later, the truth came out

**Diary Entry** Emily folded her arms, leaning against the back of her chair. Her icy blue eyes never

Oliver stood in the doorway, pale as chalk, his gaze dark and almost threatening. His hands were clenched

James stood in the doorway, pale as chalk, his gaze dark and almost threatening. His hands clenched the

Micku vyhodili. Znovu. Už potřetí za jeho krátký život. Prostě mu štěstí nepřálo. Ani rok mu nebyl, a