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Judith, have you gone a bit mad in your old age? Your grandkids are already off to school, and now you’re planning a wedding? — that’s what I heard from my sister when I told her I’m getting married.

“Lucy, youve gone mad in your golden years!” my sister shouted, eyes wide as if shed just

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It Doesn’t Look Good That Your Children Will Have Homes and My Son Won’t—Let’s Get Him a Flat with a Mortgage! Recently, my husband Anthony pointed out that my children all have homes, but his son does not, and we need to figure out how to get his son a flat as well. Let me clarify: my children are both mine and Anthony’s, but Anthony’s son is his child from his first marriage. Why should I be the one responsible for sorting out a home for his son? Of course, I knew Anthony had been married before and had a child. That’s one reason I wasn’t in a rush to walk down the aisle with him. We lived together for three years before we married. I carefully observed how he felt about his ex-wife and son. A year after our wedding, I gave birth to our first son. Two years later, we welcomed our second. I’m honestly happy with Anthony: as a husband and a father, he devotes time to me and our children. He has a good job and earns well. Yes, there are occasional arguments, but that’s normal in any family. We lived in a flat I inherited from my father. My mum divorced him when I was in nursery. Now she’s remarried, but didn’t have more children. Anthony and his first wife always rented. Despite saving towards a mortgage for years, it never worked out. After their divorce, she moved back with her parents, and Anthony continued renting. When we got married, he moved in with me. We never made a fuss about who owned the flat. We just lived together, renovated, bought new furniture, the usual. But about a year and a half ago, both my grandmothers—my mother’s mother and my father’s mother—passed away. Both left me their flats in their wills. Since our boys are still small, I decided to rent out those flats for now. Eventually, each son will get one. At the moment, I give the rent from one flat to my mum to top up her pension, and the other goes towards my own salary—after all, money never goes amiss. My husband has never interfered with my flats—they have nothing to do with him. Right from the start, I told him that once our children are grown, they’ll each get a home. He agreed. That was that—the subject was closed. Then suddenly, Anthony said: “My son will be finishing college in a few years. He’s an adult now, he needs to think about his future!” I didn’t know where this was heading, but I listened. “Your children will have homes, but my son won’t! Let’s buy him a flat with a mortgage!” Anthony blurted out. I was absolutely gobsmacked. I had loads of questions. First off, I asked why, suddenly, our children had become just *my* children. He told me not to quibble over words. “But my son won’t inherit anything. I want him to have his own place!” “It’s great you’re thinking about the future! But your son has a mother and a father—it’s their responsibility. Why isn’t his mum dealing with this?” Anthony explained that his ex-wife earns very little and relies on her parents. He can’t afford a mortgage on his own, but if I help, we could manage. Turns out, I’d need to agree to help Anthony get a mortgage for his son—a flat registered in his son’s name, but we’d be the ones making the payments. “We both have good salaries, and we have the income from the rental! We can do this!” Anthony insisted. We probably could—but we’d need to cut back. Anthony also pays child support, and when his son goes to university, he’ll help again because his ex has no money. So for his son’s sake, my own boys and I would miss out on holidays, beach trips, and would always be saving and scrimping—for what? So Anthony looks like a good dad? I could understand if Anthony was the one providing homes for our boys and wanted to do the same for his eldest. But I’m the one who provided the homes for our children—Anthony had nothing to do with it. Why should I be paying a mortgage? I told Anthony straight away—if he’s so worried, his ex-wife should take out a mortgage, and pay it back with maintenance. “But I’m not getting involved!” My husband’s furious and hasn’t spoken to me in a week. It’s a shame he doesn’t understand my side.

It does look a bit off, doesnt it, that your kids will have their own homes while my sons left without one.

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Forget All About Me Forever

Forget me forever Forget you ever had a daughter, she said, as if she had cut the words cleanly, my daughter Emily.

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Recently, I Met a Woman Walking Along the Street with Her 18-Month-Old Daughter, So Lost in Her Own Thoughts That She Didn’t Notice the World Around Her

Not long ago, I encountered a woman drifting through the misty streets of Cambridge, clutching the tiny

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Firefighter Chronicles: Battling the Blaze in Our British Community

Itll be best if your wife stays at the cottage for a while, declared my motherinlaw from the kitchen

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Changed His Mind About Marriage Late Nights in the Lab: When Archibald’s Scientific Ambitions Come Before Romance—A Middle-Aged Researcher, a Young Cleaner Named Sophie, and an Unexpected Encounter with Homemade Sausages, Overbearing Mothers, and Frozen English Countryside Dramas Leading to Second Thoughts About Tying the Knot

Had Second Thoughts About Getting Married Alfred would sit late into the night in his laboratory, endlessly

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Two Wives: A Tale of Love and Loyalty

The barren wifeno longer a wife at all, halfwoman, as my motherinlaw liked to muttershe called me Emma

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Before We Say Goodbye

Before we went our separate ways, Alex Turner was absolutely smitten with his wife, Molly. He couldnt

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A Child for a Friend When Lily was in the final months of her pregnancy, her younger brother left home, her father began drinking heavily, and Lily’s life descended into chaos. Each morning, Lily would air out the flat, clear empty bottles from under the table, and wait for her father to wake. — Dad, you’re not supposed to drink. You barely survived that stroke. — I’ll drink if I want to. Who can stop me? It’s the only way I can bear the pain. — What pain? — The pain of knowing I’m unwanted, Lily. Even you — I’m a burden to you. I’m a lost cause. I should never have married or brought children into this miserable life. You kids inherited nothing but weakness from me. Everything’s a waste, love. Drinking’s easier. Feeling worse by the second, Lily argued. — It’s not all for nothing, Dad. Others have it worse. — Worse, you say? You grew up without a mother! Now you’re about to raise a child alone, and all you’ll give them is poverty. — It’s not all bleak, Dad. Nothing is permanent. Anything can change in a moment. Lily recalled with a pang how happy she’d recently been, preparing to marry Ilya. The world had shifted, but she pressed on. That day, her father got drunk again. Lily cried out in frustration: — Did you drink the emergency money I’d tucked away? How did you even find it? You tore apart the whole flat, went through my things! — Everything in this place is mine — including that pension of mine you keep hiding from me! — So you drank it all? Didn’t you even think about how we’d get by? — Why should I care? I’m a sick man. You’re grown. Take care of me now! Lily searched the cupboards, panicked. — I know for sure there were two packs of pasta and a bit of butter yesterday. Where is it now? What are we meant to have for dinner?… She sat on a chair, face in her hands, utterly shaken. How was she to know her father’s “friend” Natasha had taken to getting him drunk and helping herself to what little food they had whenever Lily was out? With Natasha worming her way into the house, the family was coming apart at the seams. Lily spent the night in tears, hungry and exhausted in her bed. The next morning, Natasha breezed in with her heels, designer coat, and not a care. — Hello! I heard from my friend at the council you’re in arrears. They might cut your power off any day. What’s going on, Lily? Got anything for tea? Without waiting, Natasha rummaged in the cupboards. — No tea, no sugar — nothing in the whole place. Well, pregnant women need their vitamins! Let’s get to the shops. Lily avoided eye contact. — Auntie Natasha, I’m not making tea. You’d best leave. Natasha wouldn’t. — You’ve got problems, you do. I told you before, come live with me. This time I’m not asking — I insist. There’s nothing here for a baby: your dad’s a drunk, you don’t have food, and a new mum needs healthy meals. Pack your things. Come with me. Lily sat back down, dizzy. Tears slid down her cheeks as Natasha hugged her: — Listen, love. I know you resent me — my daughter stole your fiancé. But I’m not cruel. I can’t stand by and watch you suffer. Whether you want it or not, I’ll take care of you. Everything after felt like a dream — Natasha packed Lily’s bags and called a taxi. *** When Lily’s labour started, Natasha didn’t leave her side. — Remember what we agreed, Lily. I’ve told the staff you want to put your baby up for adoption. When she’s born, don’t hold her. Don’t look at her. Don’t feed her yourself. Lily, wracked by contractions, managed: — Auntie Natasha, I don’t care. I just want this pain to end. — Don’t forget, you’re in no state to raise a child. I’ve found a lovely couple to adopt her — they can take her home immediately. A few hours later, Lily delivered a healthy girl. — Three-point-three kilos. She’s perfect! — announced the nurse, swaddling the fussing newborn and whisking her away without even showing Lily. But the paediatrician frowned at Lily: — What is this? Such a beautiful, healthy girl, and you won’t even look at her? Bring the baby back, please. Mum, you should hold your daughter. Lily shook her head, upset. — I don’t want her. I can’t provide, I didn’t want this… There are people who need her more. I’ll sign her away… — At least look at your baby, please. Eyes squeezed shut, Lily felt something soft touch her hand. The nurse laid the tiny bundle beside her, and Lily finally looked at her daughter — tiny, vulnerable, peering up with hopeful eyes. The child’s little hands sought her, resting against her chest. — That’s it, Mummy. Give her a feed, — the paediatrician smiled as Lily’s hands trembled at the sight of her child for the first time. — She’s such a lovely girl, you know. She needs you, not adoptive parents. Understand? Lily wept, clutching her daughter and nodded. For the next two hours, Lily, unable to look away from her new baby, began to feel what it meant to be a mother. “Here’s the purpose to my life — my daughter. Doesn’t matter if Ilya’s gone, if Dad struggles… My daughter needs me. I’ll stay with her.” *** Lily awoke to Natasha in the hospital room. Natasha stormed in, gown tied tight. — Did you forget our agreement? You promised to sign the baby over — I’ve already arranged everything with a lovely couple! — I’ve changed my mind, Natasha. I’m keeping her. — You can’t! You have no money, nowhere to go! What are you going to do, beg on the streets? The baby woke up at Natasha’s raised voice and Lily got up to soothe her. — Don’t touch! I’ll feed her formula. Tell the nurses you have no milk, — snapped Natasha. Lily shook her head. — This isn’t your decision. She’s my daughter. I’ve changed my mind. I’m not giving her up! — You can’t do this! You promised! — Natasha gaped at her. — Leave. Natasha left. Lily’s roommate propped herself up, eyes wide. — Who was that? — My aunt. — Good grief. Don’t listen to her. You did the right thing. I’m Lara. If you need help, I’m here — the world’s not short of good people. — I’m Lily. — Nice to meet you, Lily. She looked like she wanted to snatch your baby and run. So strange. *** Just before Lily was discharged, another visitor called her to the hallway. It was her old friend, Sarah, now hugely pregnant. — Hi. Lily sat down cautiously. Sarah dropped onto the bench beside her. — I heard you had your baby. — Yes. A girl. Sarah hesitated. — You know Mum found a couple who’ll adopt your daughter. — And? — They’ll pay a fortune, Lily. Enough to buy a flat, even. Think about it. — You care? Sell your own child, then. Sarah pouted but clung to Lily’s sleeve. — Please, Lily — let me raise your baby! She’s Ilya’s daughter, after all! — You think you can handle two children? — You don’t get it. My marriage is falling apart! Lily stood to go. Sarah grabbed her, eyes wild. — I need this child, Lily! — Let go. A few hours later, Ilya himself appeared. — Had the baby? Can I see her? — No. Your own baby’s due soon — let Sarah show you! — We have to talk, Lily. Ever since you gave birth, I haven’t slept. I want to take my daughter. Sign her over and I’ll adopt her. Lily shook her head. — I’m nothing like you. I’d never abandon someone who needs me. You’ve wasted your trip — I will never give you my daughter! Ilya wouldn’t leave. — Give me the child! You had no right to have her without me! She’s mine! — You? A mummy’s boy? Ask your mother if you’re allowed first! Lily pushed past him, took her baby and went to the nurses’ station. — Please don’t let anyone see me. I don’t want any visitors. It’s like a revolving door in here! Epilogue The day she left the hospital, Lily hugged her daughter close. She wasn’t alone. Her roommate Lara was also going home, welcomed by her husband and mother. Lily paused, seeing the Resnikovs’ car. Ilya’s mother, Valeria, stepped out, eyeing Lily coldly. Lily shivered; Valeria looked ready to pounce. Lara came over. — Who’s that? — Ilya’s family. — They look like they’re waiting to ambush you. I told you Mum has a room ready for you. Come on. Lily agreed. She felt unsettled, too. *** Living with her new friends, Lily found unexpected love — Lara’s cousin John, a confirmed bachelor, began to court her. John proved himself kind and genuine. He married Lily, adopted her daughter, and even helped care for her troubled father. As for Sarah and Ilya — their marriage fell apart. Turned out Sarah’s pregnancy was fake; she wore a false belly the whole time. Natasha, desperate to cover for her daughter, finally confessed to her son-in-law that Sarah had suffered a miscarriage early on — and suggested a “solution”. — Ilya, love, don’t be angry at my daughter. Yes, there was a miscarriage, but you’re not blameless either. Another woman is having your child. So why not take Lily’s baby as your own? No need to upset your parents — let everyone believe it’s Sarah’s child. Ilya liked the plan. Everything unraveled, though, when Lily refused to give up her newborn — leaving her former friend and her mother trapped by their own deceit. Ilya’s mother, Valeria, furious upon learning the truth, threw Sarah out and made Ilya divorce her.

A Child for a Friend When Lily was in her final months of pregnancy, her younger brother left home, her

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He Set His Sights on Another Man’s Wife: The Story of Victor Dudnikov, a Weak-Willed Art Teacher, His Failing Marriage, and the Unlikely Romance That Changed Everything

Coveting Another Mans Wife During their time together, Hugh Mortimer proved himself to be a man lacking