The rain lashed against the glass roof of the grand mansion belonging to Julian Whitmore, nestled in
“You’re the one who ruined him,” my new husband’s ex-wife accused me. “
“So, youre always at the cottage? Might as well live there full-time,” her daughter laughed
“Lucy, I think… I hit a cat…” I gasped into the phone, my voice shaky.“
“You’re the reason I don’t have a family!” screamed the niece, clutching the
“You were always the spare in this family,” murmured the mother-in-law, her gaze trailing after me.
“Where did you get my earrings?” asked Emily, staring at the photo of her husbands phone screen.
**Diary Entry 12th May, 2024**When Rebeccas mother-in-law insisted her son take his ailing wife to the
“Forgive me, love.” “Emily, Emmy, wait Ive been waiting for you all morning.
It all began in Year 8, when our form teacher decided to rearrange the seating. Me, Emily Whitakereternal






