My Husband’s Mistress Hired Me as Her Housemaid

Her place looked like it belonged to a designer catalog. It had sleek furniture, chandeliers that sparkled like stars, and vases that probably cost more than my entire dining set. It was like stepping into another world, one where money wasn’t a problem.

What I liked the most was that Vanessa didn’t seem like the nosy type. She gave me a quick tour, showed me the tasks she expected me to handle, and left me to it. I wasn’t going to ask questions.

The pay was generous and I needed the money. As I scrubbed spotless countertops and tidied closets full of designer clothes, I couldn’t help but marvel at her lifestyle. She was everything I wasn’t.

For the first few weeks, my side hustle went smoothly. I’d drop the kids off at school, work my office job during the day, and then head to Vanessa’s apartment in the evening. The tasks were simple, the pay was great, and I was getting a glimpse into a life I couldn’t imagine.

Meanwhile, the guilt of keeping this from Jack gnawed at me, but I rationalized it. He never asked how I made ends meet, and honestly, I doubted he cared. Everything changed in the third week.Continue reading…