Guess What, Hubby? I'm Your Stepmom Now!
On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed.
When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me.
After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years.
I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home.
When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come