The doorbell rang again, yanking me back to the present.
I could hear Linda's bubbly tone, realizing Rosie had just arrived. I peeked out to get a better look at her.
Well-spoken, attractive, and statuesque—no wonder Linda was fond of her.
Thinking back on the years I scrimped and saved with Brian, barely bothering with makeup, it was clear why he'd strayed.
Our eyes met just as Rosie looked around—there was no avoiding the confrontation now. I had to step out and greet her,
"Hi, Rosie. I'm Olivia Green, Brian's..."
"Brian's housekeeper!" Linda cut in before I could finish, clearly defining my role.
"Housekeeper?" I echoed, my voice laced with disbelief. Linda's comment left me speechless, my gaze turning to Brian for some support.
He paused, his lips quivering slightly, and managed only one word.
"Yeah."
That single, soft word felt like a boulder crushing my chest, as if it shattered something inside.
To them, after five years together, I was nothing more than a glorified housekeeper.
I'd been the carefree princess at home, never subjected to such indignity.