La vida

The Most Important Man In early November, the cold set in abruptly. A stinging sleet fell from the sky

**My Husband Shed a Tear When I Mentioned the Baby Might Be Someone Else’s—I Said ‘At Least It’s Not

**A Bouquet of Daisies in November** Emily tightened her dressing gown and stepped to the window.

Thank You, Mum, for the Gift Emily stepped out of her house and gazed at the transformed garden.

**A Home for His Sons** William was the kind of man who could handle anything. He built a house, raised

Fourteen years ago, on a chilly winter evening, a young woman called Charlotte hurried down High Street

The canteen hummed with the clamour of students, the clink of trays, and the exasperated sigh of a vending

Penny had always been pretty—petite, strawberry blonde, with a figure that turned heads and a face fit

One Step from Happiness Polly had been pretty since childhood—petite, fair-haired, with a lovely figure

So, it’s always just been me and my boy, Oliver. His dad walked out when Ollie was barely three—no note