After thirteen years of marriage, I found out that my husband has a nine-year-old child and wants his son to live with us, because the mother refused him. But that wasn’t even the worst. I might have considered agreeing—until my husband called me “a cow” and said he no longer wants me as a woman, seeing me only as a housekeeper and nanny for his son. That’s when I decided to file for divorce. Only after the divorce I’ll be left on the street—without an apartment, a car, or money. And to survive, I took a job as a housekeeper for two wealthy twenty-five-year-old spoiled “majors.” But who could have thought that these two pampered young boys would suddenly pay attention to me? And it doesn’t matter to them that I’m ten years older and a bit overweight. And no one asks me anything, because both of them are used to getting what they want…
From the author: The story is fully finished. Edited.