I Went Mad After My Brother’s Lover Provoked Me

The day I returned from an overseas business trip, my brother’s lover opened the door for me.

I was long used to his string of mistresses, so I said nothing and headed upstairs.

But she grabbed my arm and barked, “A new maid? Perfect. Wash my feet.”

I curled my lips, too tired to waste words, and turned away.

“Stop!”

Her shriek pierced the air, followed by a stinging slap across my cheek.

“How dare a servant glare at me? I own this house now! Obey, or you’ll be out by tonight.”

My cheek burned, but my voice was ice as I pulled out my phone.