His Affair with the Maid Cost Him Everything

Chapter 2 Let's Get Divorced

"Mrs. Keyes, your health check results are perfectly normal. It's just Mr. Keyes..." He paused for a moment, glancing at me with clear hesitation.

My heart sank at once, and I asked him anxiously, "What's wrong with my husband?"

He handed me another medical report lying on the desk. "Lung cancer—it's already in the late stage. I'd suggest starting medical intervention and treatment as early as possible."

Everything he said after that was a blur.

When I walked out of the hospital, the blazing sun made my head spin.

I got in the car and drove home almost on autopilot.

I even ran several red lights on the way, barely avoiding a car crash.

Only one thought kept looping in my head—I needed to get home right away and take Wyatt to get treatment.

I would give up everything if only he could stay alive.

If he just told me he'd never cheated on me, I would believe him without a shred of doubt.

I hurried back to the villa, completely frantic.

I typed in the gate passcode, only to find it wouldn't unlock the door.

I stood there, dazed, unable to make sense of why the passcode had been changed.

I pulled out my phone and called Wyatt right there at the door.

Before the call could even connect, the door swung open from the inside.

Our maid, Ronda Kessler, stood in the doorway blocking my way—wearing my pajamas. "Mrs. Keyes, why are you back?"

A sharp sense of disgust welled up inside me.

She had absolutely no sense of personal boundaries at all.

How could she just put on my clothes like that?

I said furiously, "Ronda, my husband and I took you in out of kindness and let you work as our maid. But you ought to know how to follow basic rules. If I catch you acting like this again, you're fired. Pack up and leave."

She lifted her eyes and stared straight at me.

A strange, smug smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "I was just about to tell you—I'm quitting."

As she spoke, she placed one hand gently on her stomach. "I'm pregnant. The baby's your husband's."

For a brief moment, I even thought she was pulling a cruel joke on me.

Ronda had worked as our maid for three years.

Three years ago, she was just an ordinary sales employee at Wyatt's and my company.

Her husband owed a huge debt, and the creditors tracked her down at the company to demand repayment.

The whole mess damaged the company's image badly, and she got fired as a result.

Still, Wyatt and I knew she struggled terribly raising a young child alone.

She couldn't spend her whole life running and hiding from her troubles.

That was why we invited her to work as our live-in maid.

Wyatt was three years older than me; Ronda was another five years older than Wyatt.

She was nearly forty years old by now.

Her figure had gone out of shape, and her skin looked dull and lifeless.

She never dressed up or cared about her appearance, always keeping things plain to get her housework done.

Of all people, I could never wrap my head around Wyatt having an affair with her.

I was just about to speak up when Wyatt's voice came through on the phone. "Sabrina, what she said is the truth. Let's get divorced."