Margot was taken aback at her husband’s nonsense. She knew something was going on the moment she saw his mistress on her doorstep.
“I know someone from my team whose house was on fire just yesterday. She also has nowhere to go. Should I call her to come over and stay with us as well?” Margot said in a deep and low voice, staring at her husband, coldly.
“What? Why won’t you let someone else live with us? I don’t even know that colleague of yours,” Harry retorted, almost immediately.
“Exactly.” Margot raised her left eyebrow. “I don’t even know your secretary. She’s not even a relative of yours. So, why should I let her stay with us?” Margot walked past him and headed to her car.
Harry followed behind while trying to convince her. “This is only temporary. She’ll be gone by next week,” he
