Astrid's POV
A million questions ran through my mind, a lump tightening in my throat as I stared at the woman standing before me in the kitchen. What had she just said? She was Damien's wife? But I was Damien's wife! Was he polygamous? But that wasn’t part of the agreement.
"Are you daft?" she shouted, placing her expensive Louis Vuitton bag on the kitchen counter and walking towards me. "Why am I even asking? You're a new maid, right?"
I just stared at her, not responding. I didn't come here to deal with rude, stuck-up bitches.
"As if the incompetent ones here weren't enough already, he just had to add a deaf and mute one?"
That hit a nerve, and I couldn't bite back the retort that escaped my lips. "I wish I were deaf so I wouldn't have to hear your voice."
Her face grew red, and sh
