I was cleaning another woman’s bedroom when I heard my husband discussing how he planned to take money from our house. Robert laughed downstairs, telling his girlfriend I had already signed everything. After twenty-eight years of marriage, I discovered he had been cheating with Caroline Whitmore, whose house I cleaned every Tuesday for eighty dollars.
When Robert realized the cleaning lady was his own wife, his face turned white. He begged me not to reveal his secret, unaware that I had already contacted a lawyer. I finished cleaning, collected my payment, and returned home. Robert was waiting with coffee and apologies, but I wanted answers about the mysterious property documents he had persuaded me to sign in March.
