SHARON'S POV
The sound of the glass hitting the floor didn’t just echo in the kitchen, it echoed in my chest.
It made my heart skip. Then pounded heavily, finally, my heart froze.
‘Did she hear my conversation with Fred?’
I look dumbfounded. Lost my words. I didn't know what to do.
I forced my expression to remain calm, even though my fingers were trembling slightly.
We kept staring at each other for seconds before I broke the silence.
“Why are you standing there like a ghost?” I asked, letting out a small laugh that didn’t reach my eyes.
The maid stood still by the door, staring at me… then at the broken glass… then back at me.
“I… I’m sorry, ma’am,” she stammered, bending down quickly. “The glass slipped from my hand.”
“Be careful next time,” I replied, walking toward her wit
