The room felt too still, too full of things unsaid.
“You flirted with her for a paycheck,” I said quietly.
“I didn’t think of it like that at the time.
I told myself I was keeping it professional, that I was doing what I had to do for us. But the truth? I liked the attention.”
“At least you’re honest,” I said.
Wade shook his head, frustration flickering in his eyes.
“It wasn’t worth it.
It was never worth it. And then, when Tommy saw… I knew I’d messed up. I should’ve shut it down long before then.
I should’ve told you.”
Silence stretched between us.
“Why didn’t you?” I asked, my voice softer than I expected.
His hands clenched on the table.
“Because I was ashamed. Because I didn’t want you to see me as weak. We were drowning, Marielle.
The bills, the food, the kids’ school stuff. I was failing as a husband, and some rich woman tossing me easy work made it feel like I was fixing things.”
For the first time, Wade looked small. Not in size, not in strength, but in the way that men look when they’ve disappointed themselves.
I let the words sink in.
I let myself feel them. The hurt. The anger.
The relief that he was telling me now.
Then I reached across the table, covering his hand with mine.
“Wade, I was drowning too,” I said.
“I was the one standing at that checkout, wondering which food I’d have to put back. I was the one lying awake at night, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out how we’d get through another month. You weren’t failing me, Wade.
We were failing together.”
My husband smiled and gripped my hand.
“There’s something else,” he said. “I got a call from an old friend. He’s got a construction project lined up.
It’s steady work. Not just one job, but months of it. It’s good money.”
And just like that, hope bloomed in my chest.
The next morning, when I arrived at work, Hugo was alone at the breakfast table.
“Evelyn won’t be needing a housemaid anymore,” he said, sipping his coffee.
His tone was calm, but the meaning was clear.
My work here was done.
I nodded, grabbed my things, and walked out the door, knowing she would never pull this stunt again.
Evelyn once stood behind me, watching me struggle to pay for my groceries. She had handed me a bag of food like a queen tossing scraps to the poor.
Now? She wouldn’t even look at me.
Because I had done what she never expected.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t beg. I stepped into her world and made her irrelevant.
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