Abandoned for the Maid, I Set My Husband Free

During dinner, my husband suddenly said, “Don’t you think our maid is really pitiful?”

I looked up, raising an eyebrow. “What about her?”

He frowned slightly. “Haven’t you noticed? She’s a single mother with five sons, her father’s a gambler, and her mother is sick with cancer.”

I glanced at Kristen Pattinson, dressed in her maid uniform and black stockings, as she bent over to mop the floor, her curves exposed in the dim light.

Before I could speak, he cleared his throat, his tone serious.

“I want to give her a raise, one hundred thousand a month.”