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!”
**Diary Entry** I should have been relieved when we finally pulled into the driveway after our weekend
**Lucys Unexpected Happiness** In that little town clinging to the edge of the map like a forgotten speck