Emma hired a husband for rent just to spite her friendthen fell hopelessly in love with him. “
John waited for his bride. The guests had gathered, the day meticulously planned, yet Gretaalways so
Why are you feeding my husband? Annabel Andrews shouts, her voice trembling with outrage. Youve already
Agnes Whitfield was halfdressed when the sharp ring of her colleagues phone cut through the thin morning air.
I dont understand, have you changed the locks? he began, indignant. I couldnt get in for half an hour
**Friday, 12th May** I wiped my damp hands, wincing at the ache in my back, and shuffled to answer the door.
Goodness gracious! Eleanor snapped, her voice sharp as a kitchen knife. So your your wife has turned
Emma stood in the middle of the living room, her holiday ticket tucked inside her handbag. Toms eyes
Maggie Johnson, my dear, was fuming that day. Whats this I hear about you feeding my soninlaw?