My husband left our eight kids and me for a woman young enough to be his daughter. A month later, my phone rang at 2 a.m. “You have to stop my mom,” he begged. When I learned what she planned to do to him, I thought karma had finally caught up to him — but then I realized I’d made a huge mistake.
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Looking back now, the signs were there for a long time.
My husband’s best friend, Mark, frequently visited us. He usually brought his daughter, Lily, with him.
Lily practically grew up in our house. She was the flower girl at our wedding. She was eight when our first child was born, and by the time our fourth child came along, she was old enough to babysit occasionally.
Lily practically grew up in our house.
Our kids adored her. As our family grew, Lily was like an older sister to them.
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And somewhere along the way, Daniel started paying a little too much attention to her. She’d come over with Mark, and the three of them would sit together on the back porch while the younger kids played in the yard.
Lily would sometimes join the games in that indulgent way that a 20-year-old might, but Daniel would eventually call her back to sit with them again.
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