Wesley's father, mother, brother, and sister were all waiting under the stairs like a group of zombies. I couldn't tell if Wesley had informed them about the divorce based on the question his mother asked me.
"You seem to be in a hurry, so who do you expect to clean this house?"
A humorless chuckle escaped me, and I could see the shock in their eyes at my reaction. All the pain I had buried inside erupted like a volcano.
"If you won't clean it, then sleep in the filth. I'm not your maid," I said nonchalantly as I hurried down the stairs, walking past them with my jewelry box and duffle bag.
Unexpectedly, I felt a sharp pain in my scalp, causing me to let out a shrill cry. At the same time, the jewelry box fell from my hand and broke.
I was more concerned about the jewelry
