I married Will after a whirlwind romance, swept away by his charm and the promise of a ready-made family. He introduced me to his kids just days in, saying I was “the one”—for him and for them. A year later, we were married, with heartfelt vows exchanged with his children.But soon after, the dream shattered. Despite my full-time job, all childcare and housework fell to me. Will checked out, retreating into video games and nights out. His attitude turned cold, and worse,
his children mirrored his disrespect.I stayed for years, feeling guilty for breaking promises to the kids, but eventually, I left—leaving only a letter behind. The divorce was bitter, but I regained my freedom and slowly rebuilt my life. Fifteen years later, I got a call from Tamara,