Everyone gasped in shock, making spiteful comments: “This is unacceptable.”
“So she f****d both the uncle, father, and son?”
“Dirty slut, is it money she needed?”
I couldn’t say anything to defend myself; I turned to my mother-in-law, who ran sobbing—just as I was getting in her good books, this happens?
Grace came to me.
“Grace, I swear I didn’t sleep with your husband. What you saw was just part of my job.” I pleaded; she had tears in her eyes.
“My husband is divorcing me for you." She accused.
"No, not because of me. I quit that job.”
“The time...he used to leave the house, leaving me alone on a cold night. He used to be with you." She was crying, so her words didn’t sound clear.
“No, I swear—”
“Don’t you dare! Dirty slut, leave my house before I call security on you.” She th
