Daphne
I had been the maid in this house for over a year.
When Chris hired me to be the live-in maid for his sprawling estate, he did it with the kindest smile I’d ever seen.
He was a titan of a man: broad-shouldered, with skin that looked like polished marble and a jawline that could cut glass. He was rich, successful, and deeply in love with his wife, Claire.
He wanted a maid because Claire was a "career woman," a high-flying executive whose ambitions he supported with every fiber of his being.
But as the months passed, I realized that Claire didn't deserve his support. She didn't even deserve his name.
From the shadows of the hallways, I saw the rot in their marriage. I heard Chris, this powerful, magnificent man begging her for a shred of affection. "Just the tip, Claire. Pleas
