Life by the ocean had been peaceful for me, a 58-year-old novelist who had long since given up on love. That was until Oliver, a charming writer with a golden retriever, began walking past my house every morning. His friendly smile and easygoing nature drew me in, and before I knew it, I was falling for him. But our budding romance was soon threatened by his ex-wife, Rebecca, who seemed determined to ruin our happiness.
Our first date was going perfectly until Rebecca appeared at our table, demanding Oliver’s attention. She ignored me completely, and Oliver, looking torn, left with her without explanation. I was left sitting alone, feeling humiliated and confused. Days passed without a word from him, and I began to wonder if I had made a mistake by opening my heart again.
When Oliver finally came to my door with flowers and an apology, he explained that Rebecca often tried to sabotage his relationships. He invited me to a literary event to make it up to me, and I agreed, hoping for a peaceful evening. But Rebecca showed up again, causing a scene and throwing wine in my face. The embarrassment was overwhelming, and I demanded answers from Oliver.
He confessed that he had cheated on Rebecca during their separation, and she had used his guilt to control him ever since. The revelation left me reeling, unsure if I could handle the drama and pain that came with his past. Love at 58 had seemed like a dream come true, but now I was left wondering if it was worth the fight.
