My husband hates me
Enough with the smiling," she scolded, waving them off. The maids quickly scattered, returning to their chores, though still grinning at each other.
Martha, left standing alone, glanced toward the closed door. A small, embarrassed smile tugged at her lips. "Can’t they keep it down, just a little?" she whispered to herself before turning back to her duties.
On the other hand,
Sia stood at the entrance of her room, her hand dripping with blood, mirroring the deep ache in her heart. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks as her gaze remained fixed on the closed door down the hall. The unmistakable sounds from inside felt like knives in her chest, each one twisting deeper with every passing seco
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