Lucy
Lucy stopped outside her bedroom door when she heard it.
At first it was just a faint sound, something she almost ignored, but then it came again. A low laugh. A woman’s voice.
Lucy frowned slightly and pushed the door open.
The moment her eyes landed on the bed, everything inside her went still.
Her husband was there.
And so was the maid.
Lucy stood there without moving, her brain struggling to process what she was seeing. The maid scrambled to pull the sheets over herself, but David did not look surprised or guilty. He simply turned his head and looked at Lucy as if she had interrupted something unimportant.
“David…” Lucy said slowly, her voice shaking despite her effort to stay calm.
He exhaled in annoyance.
“Lucy, what are you doing standing there?” he asked as if she w
