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 was 21 and too green to know better when I met Paul in a Lakeside coffee shop. He was 32, handsome in a weary way, with eyes that said he’d seen a storm and barely made it through. His wife had died eight months earlier, leaving him with two kids. “You have the most…