My Husband’s Mistress Hired Me as Her Housemaid

Good pay. Discretion required. It sounded almost too good to be true, but I didn’t have the luxury of being picky.

Vanessa was a vision when I met her. She opened the door in a silky robe that looked like it belonged on the cover of a magazine. Her skin glowed and her nails were perfectly manicured.

“You must be Liz,” she said. “Yes,” I nodded. “Please come in,” she gestured for me to enter her apartment.

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