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One More Year Together… For the past while, Mr. Arthur Evans hadn’t gone out on his own. Not since the day he left for the clinic, lost his way, and forgot both his address and his own name. He wandered the neighbourhood in confusion until his eyes landed upon a very familiar building: the old clock factory where Mr. Evans had spent nearly fifty years of his working life. He stared at the factory, certain he recognised it, but the reason escaped him, as did his own identity—until someone approached from behind with a friendly pat on the shoulder: “Evans! Uncle Arthur, what brings you here—missing us, perhaps? We were just reminiscing the other day about the best foreman and mentor we ever had. Arthur Evans, you haven’t even recognised me? It’s me—Sam Cooper! You made a man of me, Evans!” Something clicked in Arthur’s mind—his memory returned all at once, thank heavens. Sam grinned and embraced his old mentor, “Recognised me now? Shaved off the moustache, don’t look much like myself, eh? Will you come in, the lads would love to see you?” “Perhaps another time, Sam, I’m feeling rather worn out,” admitted Mr. Evans. “I’ve got my car out front, let me drive you home—I remember your address!” Sam cheerfully replied. He drove Arthur home, and ever since, Mrs. Natalie Evans hadn’t let her husband go out alone, even though his memory seemed fully recovered. They only went out together now—to the park, the clinic, and the shops. One day Arthur fell ill—fever, harsh cough. Natalie hurried alone to the pharmacy and supermarket, although she herself was under the weather. She bought medicine and groceries, not even much, but a strange weakness overtook her, and she was short of breath. Her shopping bag felt impossibly heavy. Natalie paused to catch her breath, then struggled onward toward home. A few steps further, she stopped again, set her heavy bag down on the fresh snow, and gently sank to the path leading to her house. Her last thought—why had she bought so much at once, silly old lady! Thankfully, the neighbours saw her lying on the snow, hurried over, and called an ambulance. Natalie was rushed away, while neighbours took her bags of food and medicine, returned, and rang her doorbell. “Her husband must be home—he’s looked poorly lately, I haven’t seen him outside,” guessed Mrs. Nina Miller. “He’s likely sleeping; Natalie mentioned he’s been quite unwell too—oh, old age is no joy, I’ll check back later…” Arthur Evans heard the bell. But his cough made breathing hard, and when he tried to stand, dizziness from fever nearly caused him to collapse. The cough quieted, and Arthur drifted into a strange half-sleep, halfway between dream and reality. Where was Natalie? Why was she taking so long? He dozed for ages, but then heard light footsteps. Suddenly, his wife appeared—his Natalie, thank goodness she was back. “Arthur, give me your hand, hold on, get up, come now,” she called softly. And so, clutching her curiously cold, frail hand, he rose. “Now open the door, quickly, open up,” Natalie whispered. “Why?” Arthur asked, but opened the door as she asked—and in came neighbour Nina Miller and young Sam Cooper from work. “Evans, why didn’t you answer? We knocked and called!” “Natalie—where’s Natalie? She was just here!” Arthur stammered, lips pale, unable to understand where his wife had gone. “She’s in hospital, in intensive care!” exclaimed Nina Miller. “He’s delirious,” Sam realised, just in time to catch his old friend as he fainted… The neighbours called an ambulance—it was a feverish faint. Two weeks later, Natalie was discharged from hospital. Sam drove her home, having helped Arthur recover in her absence. At last, Mr. and Mrs. Evans were together again. Alone at last, tears were hard to hold back. “It’s good, isn’t it, Arthur—there are still kind people. Nina is such a decent woman—remember how her kids came round after school? We fed them, helped with homework, and she’d collect them after work.” “Yes, not everyone remembers kindness, but she’s stayed warm-hearted, it means a lot,” Arthur agreed. “And Sam—a bright young lad; I was his mentor, helped him find his feet. Many young folks forget us oldies, but he didn’t.” “The New Year’s in a few days, Arthur—it’s so wonderful that we’re together again,” Natalie said, nestling close to her husband. “Natalie, tell me honestly—how did you come from hospital and make me open the door for my rescuers? I would’ve died here without you.” He dreaded she’d think his mind was slipping, but Natalie looked astonished, “So it was real? They told me I’d had a clinical death—and during that, in a dreamlike haze, I came to you? I remember it too—seeing myself in intensive care, then leaving and coming to you…” “What strange magic, what blessings as we grow old! And I still love you, more than ever before,” Arthur Evans took her hands in his and they sat for a long time, silent, gazing at one another as if afraid fate might separate them again. On New Year’s Eve, Sam dropped by with a basket of his wife’s homemade pies. Neighbour Nina popped in too; they chatted over tea and pies, feeling content and warm inside. At midnight, Natalie and Arthur welcomed in the New Year together. “You know,” Natalie smiled, “I made a wish—if we see in this New Year together, then it’s ours. We’ll have another year yet.” They laughed with joy at the thought. One more whole year together—it means everything, it is happiness itself.
Another Whole Year Together… Recently, Arthur Bennett hadnt gone out alone at all. Hed stayed indoors
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Fate on the Hospital Ward Bed – “Love Can’t Be Ordered”: How I Nursed a Man Whose Wife Gave Up on Him, Only to Find My Own Heart at Risk, and How Tragedy, Faith, and Family Ties Transformed Our Lives Over The Years
FATE ON THE HOSPITAL BED Miss, take these and look after him, will you? I cant even stand to go near
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GRANT ME GREATER WHITE WINGS
The air in the cramped flat was oppressive, so Emily drifted toward the sash window. The heat had begun
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HE WAS BETTER THAN THE SIGHTED ONES
Are you sure about this? I heard a hesitant, slightly pleading voice on the line. Alright, lets give
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At the Edge of the World: Snow Stings My Skin and Fills My Boots, Yet Rita Refuses to Buy Wellies—She’d Rather Wear Knee-High Boots, Even If They Look Ridiculous Here, With Her Card Blocked and Life in an English Village She Never Expected, Teaching Struggling Children and Facing Fathers With Tough Pasts, All While Searching for Love That Hurts, Not Just Comfort, Until a New Year’s Eve Brings Unexpected Gifts, Difficult Choices, and the Courage to Chase What Truly Matters
At the edge of the world. Snow is getting into Emmas boots and stinging her skin. She refuses to buy
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I Never Took What Wasn’t Mine: The Story of Martha and Nastya—From Envy and Hardship at School to Unexpected Love, Family Struggles, and Redemption Ten Years Later
NEVER TOUCHED WHATS NOT MINE Back when she was in school, Martha always looked down on Emily and, deep
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NOTHING CAN BE RETURNED
You know, Stella Whitaker ran her own chain of jewellery shops right in the heart of London.
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Leonard Refused to Believe Little Irene Was His Own Daughter—Suspicious Rumors About Wife Vera at the Shop Made Him Reject the Fragile Child, Leaving Only Grandpa Matthew to Cherish Her and Bequeath His Countryside Cottage and a Promise of Happiness The Only One Who Truly Loved Irene Was Her Grandfather As a child, Irene frequently battled illness, small and delicate, prompting Leonard to scoff, “Neither my family nor Vera’s ever had such tiny offspring! That’s hardly a daughter of mine.” With time, even Vera distanced herself, leaving Irene unloved—except for Grandpa Matthew, the kindly forest warden whose remote cottage at the village edge became Irene’s safe haven. He taught her about woodland herbs and cures, nurturing both her spirit and ambition to become a healer, promising support for her studies even if he had to sell the family cow. Grandpa Left Irene Both His Home and a Blessing for Her Future Vera rarely visited her father, but when her son lost a poker game in town, she came begging for money. Grandpa Matthew sternly refused, declaring his priority was Irene’s education, not covering his grandson’s debts. Furious, Vera disowned them both. When Irene entered nursing college, only Grandpa Matthew helped her, his encouragement and Irene’s scholarship sustaining her despite her parents’ neglect. Sensing his end, Grandpa Matthew bequeathed Irene the cottage and foretold her happiness: “Find work in the city, but never abandon your home—its spirit lives through you. Don’t fear the woods at night; your destiny awaits here.” Matthew’s Prophecy Came True After Grandpa’s autumn passing, Irene—now a nurse in the district hospital—spent weekends alone at the cottage. One snowy night, a stranger named Stan appeared, stranded outside, seeking a shovel. Their unexpected meeting blossomed; Stan teased her gentle strength, and Irene welcomed him in from the winter storm. Over tea, they found companionship—Stan offered Irene a ride to town, and soon, their friendship grew. “There’s something magical about your herbal tea—I just had to see you again,” he joked after a surprise visit. They never had a big wedding, but a heartfelt love flourished. Stan doted on Irene, disproving the notion that only storybook husbands carry their wives. When their sturdy son was born, the maternity nurses marveled: “How did such a petite woman have such a strong boy?” Irene named him Matthew, honoring the wonderful grandfather who gave her love and a home.
Leonard stubbornly refused to believe that Lily was his daughter. Vera, his wife, worked at the village shop.
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Fate on a Hospital Bed: When a Nurse Becomes the Lifeline for a Young Man Abandoned by His Wife, and Love Blooms Amidst Suffering—A British Tale of Compassion, Betrayal, and Second Chances
FATE ON A HOSPITAL BED So, there I am, the nurse, and Mrs. Chambers sweeps in with her usual dramatic
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Life Back on Track – “Lada, I Forbid You from Speaking to Your Sister and Her Family!” Bogdan’s Jealousy, Family Rift, and My Path to Freedom, Happiness, and Love with Dr. Herman in England
LIFE IN ORDER Clara, I forbid you from speaking to your sister and her family! They have their own livesso do we.