DaphneI had been the maid in this house for over a year.When Chris hired me to be the live-in maid for his sprawling estate, he did it with the kindest smile I’d ever seen. He was a titan of a man: broad-shouldered, with skin that looked like polished marble and a jawline that could cut glass. He was rich, successful, and deeply in love with his wife, Claire. He wanted a maid because Claire was a "career woman," a high-flying executive whose ambitions he supported with every fiber of his being.But as the months passed, I realized that Claire didn't deserve his support. She didn't even deserve his name.From the shadows of the hallways, I saw the rot in their marriage. I heard Chris, this powerful, magnificent man begging her for a shred of affection. "Just the tip, Claire. Please, it's been months," I'd hear him whisper through their bedroom door, only to be met with a cold, "I have a meeting at six, Chris. Get off me."But the worst part? Claire wasn't tired. She was just busy
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