Al comienzo de octubre, María del Carmen García abrió con un crujido la puerta de la aula de la Casa
My son isnt mine, the husband declared after fifteen years of marriage, thrusting a sheet of DNA results at her.
Liselotte erinnert sich noch gut an die Zeit, als ihr ExMann Heinrich unserem Sohn Klaus in Berlin ein
Victor, youve just had a girl. We need an heir, he said, then walked out. Twentyfive years later his
Liebes Tagebuch, Heute war ein weiterer schwerer Tag, an dem sich die alten Stimmen meiner Schwiegermutter
Dear Diary, Its been seven long years in this little London flat. Seven years waking up next to Andrew
I’m pregnant with your husbands child, declares my best friend at the bachelorette party. You’
April 12th I sit by the kitchen window, a mug of tea cooling in my hands, and think back to the days
Im not keen on this at all, Lily, and if youve got an incurable condition, perhaps a bit of solitude
Emma and I had been married for twentysix years. We met at university, married after graduation and