I Found Love Again 3 Years After My Husband’s Death — One Day My Daughter Said, ‘Mommy, New Dad Asked Me to Keep a Secret from You. Is That Okay?’

“What?” I gasped.

“We’ve been together for 10 years, sweetheart. He told me that he was only with you because you had a fancy house and a steady paycheck. Being a sad widow was a bonus, really.”

Her words felt like a slap.

I stared at Jacob, waiting for him to deny it.

He didn’t. He didn’t say a word.

“Get out,” I demanded. “Both of you.

Get out now.”

“You’re not going to say anything?” she asked him.

The woman stormed off, slamming the car door. Jacob tried to apologize, but I pointed to the street.

“Out. Now,” I hissed.

“Don’t you ever come back.”

The next day, I packed all of Jacob’s things and threw them into bin bags. I was going to leave them outside his mother’s house, but then I decided to do something better.

I left them at a construction site. I figured the workers could help themselves.

Then, I drove to my mother’s house, ready to see my little girl.

“What happened?” my mother asked, peering at me.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” I said. “Today is about Maggie.”

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