He Paraded His Mistress and Swore He’d Never Divorce Me. So I Stopped Competing and Started Calculating

Teresa, the housekeeper who had been with my family since before I married, looked at him without expression.

“Mrs.

Halstead took her belongings.” He smirked at the empty rooms, certain it was a tantrum.

Then Teresa untied her apron, folded it, and set it on the bare counter.

“And I’m leaving as well, Mr.

Halstead.” He blinked.

“Why?” “Because I work for Cordelia Sinclair,” she said.

“Not for this apartment.”