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

stood near the counter, her arms wrapped around herself, staring at the floor. She was biting her lower lip so hard I could see a spot of blood.

“Finally,” Agnes said, her voice dripping with theatrical disdain. “The princess descends from her tower. We’ve been waiting for nearly half an hour.”

I glanced at the clock on the microwave: 5:08 a.m.

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