
My Husband Used Me as a Maid and Nanny for His Kids, so I Divorced Him – 16 Years Later, I Got a Message from His Daughter That Made Me Cry
I married a widower, believing I was stepping into a love story, but instead, I became a servant and the villain in his home. When I finally left, I thought I had failed his children forever. But 16 years later, his daughter reached out—and her words shook me to the core. I was just 21, too young and too naive, when I met Paul. It was at a small coffee shop in downtown Lakeside. He was 32, with salt-and-pepper hair that made him look older, wiser, and broken in a