My Husband Created a New Schedule for Me to ‘Become a Better Wife’ — I Taught Him a Good Lesson in Response

Every evening, I would watch this little girl from my window. She was always there, a small, petite figure no older than five standing by the window, her tiny hand waving at me.

 

Her eyes, fixed on mine, held an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. Who was she? What did she want from me?

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