Month: September 2025

Margaret Whitmores seventieth birthday had arrived, and she had spent the morning bustling about her

**Diary Entry – 12th November** The snow came down softly, blanketing the streets and rooftops

“No husband, no success,” whispered her former classmates behind her back at the school reunion.

A woman left a baby at the doorstep of an orphanage in the biting cold. But after some time Snow drifted

Emily traced her fingers along the velvet lining of the antique mahogany jewellery box, the diamonds

**”I Kicked My Husband Out Over a Chicken, and I Dont Regret a Thing”** That day, I was at

“Farewell, loser!” he spat, turning on his heel to walk away into the arms of the wealthy widow.

**Diary Entry A Lesson in Quiet Strength** *”No husband, no success,”* whispered the girls

My heart is torn between sorrow and dread. My daughter-in-law wishes to strip me of the home Ive cherished

My daughter-in-law asked me to visit less often. I kept my distance but one day, she called me for help.