Chapter 19. Her Helper, Not Her Husband

My heart was bleeding, but saying anything was futile. I knew he didn't like me, but to go that far — to insult me with his girlfriend — was just too much.

I'd heard everything they said about me. The hateful comments and snide remarks — I'd heard them all. And I was hurt. Deeply so.

I expected nothing less from Mia and his mother, Martha, but not from him. I deserved a little bit of respect from him at the very least.

I released a sigh as I started across the foyer, going outside the building towards the garage, where his vehicles were parked, to wait for him.

I tried to forget the things he had said about me with his girlfriend, but it was hard to. I bit my lips to stop from crying. I wasn't a bad person, no matter how they tried to paint me. My time here in this house was hell, but I endured.

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