Clean my room

"Scarlett's point of view,"

"Madam, are you all right?" I was sitting alone in my room, crying, when Samantha opened the door to my room.

"Yes, I'm fine." I responded while blotting my eyes.

"You don't need to act fake in front of me, Madam; I am well aware of your heart issue.

My husband has abandoned me for another woman." There was a flash of pain in her eyes.

Although I have no objection to Samuel and Clara cohabiting, I am concerned about his poor attitude. These people have accused me of things I haven't done. When he wrenched my hand, tears started to spring up in my eyes, but I immediately understood that I couldn't show vulnerability in front of him.

He is already aware of one of my weaknesses; if I start to fear his torture, he will undoubtedly continue to bother me.

No, I won't allow this to happen. He's trying to bother me since I do all the housework by myself, but I don't care; in fact, I was pleased to see his irritated expression when I didn't respond to his comm