Never Again Yours
"Audrey, Chelsea has taken such good care of you. She keeps your days full. She never hits you or abuses you. What exactly are you so unhappy about?"
His face flushed red before he finally forced those words out.
I could not help laughing. I walked straight to the desk, grabbed the stack of schedules, and hurled them at him.
"Gideon, how could you possibly have the nerve to ask me that?"
He bent down, picked up the papers, and flipped through them one by one.
"Officially, I'm Mrs. Clarke. In reality, I'm nothing more than a maid. I cook, clean, and scrub. I even have to pull weeds in the yard by hand.