I married my ex’s father for the sake of my children. After the wedding, he told me, “Now that there’s no going back, I can finally tell you why I married you.”
So when everything fell apart—when Sean brought another woman into the house and told me to leave—I had nowhere to go. I have no parents, no relatives. I’m an orphan.
I refused to leave my children. I packed what I could and drove to Peter’s house.
I didn’t call in advance.
But when we arrived, he opened the door, looked at the children and me, and stepped aside.
No questions asked.
That night, after the children had fallen asleep, I sat at Peter’s kitchen table, trying to think.
“I have nothing,” I said. “Your son took care of that.”
Peter sat down opposite me.
“You have your children,” he said.
“That’s what he’s trying to achieve.”
He didn’t answer right away. Then he said something I never expected.
“If you want to protect yourself… and the children… you have to marry me.”
