After losing my first husband, I wasn’t looking for anything serious but ended up remarried three times. Each marriage ended in divorce due to a troubling pattern.
Three years ago, my second husband, Michael, died suddenly at 32 from a heart attack. I was devastated, but eventually, I started dating again, hoping to move forward.
I met Ryan, and after just three months of dating, he proposed. But shortly after our marriage, I began noticing suspicious signs—secretive behavior, late nights, and unfamiliar perfume. My suspicions were confirmed when I received photos of him with another woman. He admitted to the affair, and we divorced.
I then met Jason, a kind schoolteacher. We married, but months later, I received another set of photos—this time of Jason with a coworker he claimed was just a friend. After gaslighting me, we divorced as well.
I gave up on love, focusing on work, but then Mark, a firefighter, came into my life. He promised he’d never hurt me, but after five months of marriage, I received another set of photos—Mark with another woman. He denied everything, but I knew the truth, and our marriage ended.
I lost all faith in love, but then everything changed when I visited my mother-in-law, Margaret, to help her clean. While dusting, I found the same photos from my past marriages—photos of my ex-husbands with other women. Margaret confessed she had followed and watched them, ensuring they were worthy of me. Michael had always wanted me to have a man who truly deserved me.
I was grateful, not angry, and began to heal.
Two years later, I’m married again, but this time I took my time. With Margaret’s help, I knew my husband, Daniel, was trustworthy. As we relax together, I glance at Margaret, who smiles knowingly, and I truly believe I’ve found my forever.