My Husband’s Mistress Hired Me as Her Housemaid

It was a quiet Thursday evening, and I was dusting the nightstand in her bedroom. That’s when I accidentally knocked over a photo frame. I caught it before it hit the ground, but when I turned it over to set it upright, my heart skipped a beat.

Staring back at me was Jack. My Jack. My husband.

The photo was of him and Vanessa on a yacht, smiling like they didn’t have a care in the world. His arm was wrapped around her waist, and they looked so happy. I stared at the photo in disbelief.

How could Jack do this to me? At that point, everything started to make sense. All the late-night meetings, excuses about finances, and dismissive comments about my exhaustion.

While I was juggling two jobs and raising our kids, Jack was here, funding Vanessa’s lavish lifestyle. I carefully placed the photo back and finished cleaning the nightstand. I couldn’t let on that I knew.

Not yet. If Vanessa didn’t recognize me, I could use that to my advantage. So, I plastered on a fake smile, finished my shift, and went home with a new mission.

Operation FOEATA. Find Out Everything About This Affair. At home, I slowly started to pull back.

I stopped cooking elaborate meals and quit picking up after Jack’s messes. I told him work was getting harder and that I didn’t have the energy to do everything anymore. “I’m doing the best I can, Jack,” I said coolly.

“Work’s been rough.”Continue reading…