“I Was Hired as a Maid in My Ex’s Mansion… And He Didn’t Recognize Me 😢🔥” (Part 2)

He was careful.

Too careful.

“Did you eat?” he asked one afternoon as I cleared the table.

I paused.

“Yes, sir.”

He frowned slightly. “Stop calling me that.”

I forced a small smile. “That’s what I am here, sir. A maid.”

His jaw tightened.

“No,” he said softly. “You’re not.”

But I didn’t respond.