I met them as a group of three—Martin, Joe, and Laka. It was Martin who first reached out to me. They were new in town and said they were looking to make some friends. I agreed, and over time, all three of them became my friends.
Since they lived together, I’d often visit on weekends to help out around the house. They were kind and generous—bringing me gifts whenever they returned from trips, giving me money when I needed it, and even supporting my parents when things were tough.
Because Martin was the one who initially contacted me, he always welcomed me in when I visited, then called the others to join us. Long before Martin officially said anything, Joe and Laka had already started calling me “our wife.” “Our wife, are you….Read Full Story Here……….
