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**Flecks of Happiness in Stone-Cold Hands** For thirty years, Arthur and Grace Whitfield had been married.

The Bet: The Tycoon Marries the “Curvy Girl,” and on Their Wedding Day, She Did Something

“I thought you were on a business trip,” I said when I spotted my husband in a café with

**A Life Gone By** *Aunt Zoe, wheres Mikey?* *What do you want him for?* *We were supposed to go berry-picking

Mums Heart “Mum, whos Phyllis? Is she our owner? Then why does she feed us so poorly?”

**Diary Entry, 12th of April** I never thought I’d be writing this, but here we are. Yesterday

When my dad walked out on us, my stepmum pulled me out of the hell of the orphanage. Ill always be grateful