The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife
“Liar! I hate seeing your face! Stop being so dramatic! Go and clean the garage! It’s dirty! And don’t come back inside until it’s sparkling clean!”
“Yes, Mother.”
Hazel went to the garage. It was a huge space, filled with dust and car parts. It was hot and suffocating. She swept and scrubbed for hours under the scorching heat of the sun coming through the glass roof.
Her clothes became wet with sweat and dirt. She was hungry, she was thirsty, and she was dizzy. But she didn't stop. She knew if she stopped, they would call her lazy.
By the time she finished, it was already afternoon. Her legs felt like jelly. She walked back to the kitchen to get a glass of water, her throat dry as sandpaper
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