The Millionaire Came Home Early and Found His Wife Living in the Servants’ Room—Then He Discovered What She Was Waiting For

Mariana folded her hands in front of her.

“Perhaps you should tell everyone what boundaries you mean.”

My mother smiled without warmth.

“It’s not complicated.

You’ve been living here at Julian’s pleasure.

He owns the home.

You have no independent right to dictate who uses it.”

Aunt Lydia shifted in her chair.