She came into our home as a quiet village girl. I treated her like a younger sister — gave her clothes, taught her how to use perfume, even took her to church. But I didn’t know I was training my replacement.
Little by little, my husband started acting strange. He would defend her unnecessarily, buy her things without telling me, and sometimes disappear for hours.
I confronted him one night, but he shouted at me and said I was “jealous of a housemaid.”
Within months, everything turned upside down. He started to. Everything becomes clearer when you read the full story—click here to begin!
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