My Husband’s Mistress Hired Me as Her Housemaid

I turned to Vanessa, who looked more annoyed than apologetic. “Good luck with this one,” I said, gesturing to Jack. “He’s all yours.

Until he runs out of money.”

As I walked out of the apartment, I felt a rush of satisfaction. Meanwhile, Jack kept begging me to return, but I didn’t even look back. The divorce was finalized within weeks.

And thanks to the prenup, I got the house, the savings, and full custody of the kids. Jack, on the other hand, was left with nothing but regret. Vanessa?

She moved on to her next target before the ink was even dry on the divorce papers. But she had one regret. That she didn’t know her housemaid was actually her boyfriend’s wife.

If she’d known, I would’ve never learned the truth about Jack’s late-night meetings and fake financial struggles. And I would’ve never walked out of our toxic marriage.