Your Fake Angel Wears My Pearls
Language: en
I was leaning back against my personal trainer’s chest, mindlessly scrolling through my feed, when a post featuring my own home address stopped my thumb dead. The user, some girl cosplaying as a "struggling house help," was sobbing in her caption. She’d "accidentally" ruined her employer’s haute couture gown and was terrified she could never afford the repairs. I didn't need a detective to solve this one. It was Faith, the live-in maid at the townhouse I shared with my husband-of-convenience. Usually, she was all thumbs and clumsy apologies, but apparently, she was a pro when it came to…