Victor retreated yet drew nearer always. “Don’t you dare lecture me!” Margaret’s voice
“Double Life,” my husband called it. “You didn’t sleep here again, Ian,”
Emily stood staring at herself in the mirror, the perfect white dress clinging to her frame, feeling
Hazel Everett puzzled everyone in Foxbury. Why did love elude such a capable woman? Smart, beautiful
Robert and Victoria had shared seven years together since their school days. No children had come along;
Robert and Chloe lived together for seven years. Never apart since secondary school. No children ever came.
“Are you serious?” Vlad’s voice wavered, though not from surprise—more from the effort of
The grey light filtering through the kitchen window matched my mood perfectly. I stood there, chewing
Mary stood trembling in the lounge, fists clenched. “Don’t you dare lecture me!”
All the neighbors knew John was a bumbling oaf—sometimes a clod, sometimes a twit, sometimes a dithering fool.