My Husband’s Mistress Hired Me as Her Housemaid

“Work’s been rough?” he snapped. “And you think I’m not tired? The house is falling apart, Liz.

What happened to you taking care of things like you used to?”

I shrugged. “Things change, Jack. Maybe I’m just stretched too thin.”

“Well, figure it out,” he rolled his eyes.

“I can’t keep coming home to this mess.”

Meanwhile, at Vanessa’s, I started piecing together clues. I spotted the gifts Jack had given her and found handwritten notes in his unmistakable scrawl. I also overheard Vanessa on the phone, cooing about her “sweet boyfriend.” Every detail fueled my growing fury, but I kept my composure.

Then, one evening, Jack dropped a bombshell. “Liz, we need to talk,” he said while standing in the kitchen. I set down the dish I was washing.

“What’s this about, Jack?”

“This isn’t working anymore,” he confessed. “I’m not happy. You’re not happy.

The house is a mess, you’re always tired, and I feel like… like we’ve grown apart.”

“We’ve grown apart? Jack, this is coming out of nowhere.”

“It’s not out of nowhere,” he said in a defensive tone. “I’ve been feeling this way for a while, and I think it’s better if we just take a break.

I’ll stay with a friend for now.”

I paused for a bit. A friend? I thought.

Really, Jack? “Is that what you want?” I asked. “Yes,” he said firmly, his eyes darting away from mine.

“It’s for the best.”

I nodded slowly. “Alright, Jack,” I began. “If that’s how you feel, I won’t stop you.”

Two days later, he moved out, and I knew exactly where he was goingContinue reading…