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In my darkest hour, I agreed to marry the bedridden heir of a wealthy family. Within a month, I began

Сухие доллары спина. Сумки, как анашки, натянули плечи, и Ирина, коротко моргнув, переместила правую

**Дневник.** Сегодня вспомнил, как много лет назад мальчик без руки сварил суп для бабушки своего покойного друга.

“Goodbye, loser!” he scoffed before walking out to marry the wealthy widow. A year later

Emily sat by the window, clutching her sleeping daughter, little Katie, as she stared blankly at the

The cold autumn rain hammered against the battered roof of my old Ford with such fury it seemed determined

Long ago, in the quiet countryside of Sussex, I found myself wed to Edward, a good man of four-and-thirty years.

The air in the conference room at Whitmore & Chambers was thick with the scent of overpriced carpet

**Diary Entry** I never imagined it would end like thisafter twenty-five years, I finally made it to

My mother-in-law humiliated me in a restaurant, and Ive had enough of being her doormat. Im 29, married