
At 58, I Found Love Again, but His Ex-wife Was Hell-Bent on Ruining Our Happiness — Story of the Day
“Another quiet morning,” I whispered to myself, gazing out the window at the ocean. The waves rolled in gently, and the breeze carried that familiar, salty scent. It had been years since my divorce, and I had gotten used to the solitude. “I don’t need anyone,” I would often remind myself, my fingers tapping…