After 47 Years, Hubby Left Me for His Secretary—Then My Doctor Call With News That Shock Everyone

My name is Margaret I'm 68 years old and for 47 years I believed in the words "till death do us part" Every morning for nearly half a century I'd wake up at 5:30 make coffee for two iron my husband Richard's shirts and kiss him goodbye as he left for the law firm where he'd been a senior partner for the last 30 years We lived in a comfortable colonial house in Connecticut about an hour from Manhattan A house we'd chosen together when our children were small a house that had witnessed birthday parties graduations weddings and now echoed with an emptiness I pretended not to notice Richard and I met in college He was handsome ambitious the kind of man who commanded attention when he walked into a room I was studying literature dreaming of becoming a writer but those dreams got tucked away like old love letters in the attic after we married Life had a different plan First came Daniel then three years later Elizabeth By the time I was 30 I was a full-time mother chauffeur chef nurse and the woman who made sure Richard's world ran smoothly so he could focus on his career