He Woke Me at 5 A.M. to Serve His Parents—That’s When I Knew I Wasn’t His Wife

eating. There were no plates set out, no glasses of juice, no indication that they’d actually wanted breakfast. They sat with their arms crossed, matching expressions of smug satisfaction on their faces. Agnes’s lips were curved into a small, cruel smile. Victor checked his watch ostentatiously, as if I were late for an important appointment.

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