My Husband’s Mistress Called Me the Maid Without Knowing Who I Was

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She laughed. It was a light, dismissive sound.

“Richard usually has better dressed staff. Are you new?”

I stood in my foyer holding her coat and looked at her standing in my living room, and I thought about the coffee table she was about to put her feet on, the one Richard and I had bought at an estate sale in our first year of marriage, the one we continue reading …