I never thought the person who would disgrace my marriage wasn’t a stranger, but someone I fed and clothed under my own roof. For two years, I treated my housemaid, Halima, like family. She was humble, quiet, and hardworking.
I trusted her with everything. But one evening, she broke down in front of me, and my world scattered.
With tears running down her face, she begged me not to be angry. I thought maybe she broke a plate or spoiled something in the kitchen. But. Click now to uncover the complete article—don’t be left behind!
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