A week later, I returned home.
But it seemed she hadn’t expected me to come back tonight.
Just as I was about to get up to take a shower, a man came out of the bathroom wearing my bathrobe.
I immediately recognized him. He was Ethan, the man my wife had been transferring money to for eight years.
Seeing this, Sarah hurriedly pushed me away and explained to Ethan:
“He’s the male housekeeper I hired. He’s used to being casual around my house, don’t mind him!”
She then pulled me to the sofa and pushed me to sit down.
The words I was about to say got stuck in my throat.
She brought a man home and actually said I was the housekeeper.
Just as I was about to speak, she sat down next to me and made a pleading gesture, whispering:
“He’s my client. If I can keep him happy, I’ll land a big deal. It’s not easy for a woman to start a business, and you’ve never been able to help me with anything. I’m begging you this time.”
“He just got his clothes dirty earlier, so he’s only borrowing our shower. Don’t overthink it.”
“Everyone in the industry thinks I’m single. I can’t suddenly reveal that I have a husband.”
Her three sentences were so seamless and watertight that they completely blocked whatever I was about to say.
If I were to question further, it would make me look inconsiderate.
I lowered my head to deal with some urgent company matters. Ethan walked over and sat down beside me, speaking to me with the air of a master:
“These days, it’s rare to see a man living off a woman’s money, Mr. Housekeeper.”
Saying this, he handed me a business card, his eyes filled with mockery:
“I’m Ethan from the technology development department of Smith Group.”
Sarah looked at him with adoration, as if he were a deity.
Neither of them knew that I was the CEO of Smith Group at this point.
Ethan because he was new and hadn’t had time to find out.
Sarah because she had always focused only on her own affairs, disdaining to learn about me, only thinking of me as the nouveau riche who had won a $100 million lottery eight years ago.
Seeing that I remained expressionless and didn’t want to take Ethan’s card, Sarah exploded in anger:
“A housekeeper being offered a business card is a courtesy. How dare you act so arrogant?”
“There’s nothing that needs cleaning in my house today, you can leave now!”
Sarah said, pushing me towards the door, then handed me a bag of trash:
“Take the garbage out when you go!”
I clearly saw that there were two used condoms in the trash bag.
I was furious and wanted to rush up and slap these two cheating dogs.
Just then, Ethan picked up a pocket watch from the table:
“This watch must be quite valuable, right?”
This pocket watch was left to me by my mother, her only keepsake. I often cried while looking at it.
I polished that pocket watch many times every day, and would be heartbroken if it got even slightly scratched. Sarah knew this.
