"It's okay. I've sent the divorce agreement to him on WhatsApp. When he wakes up, please remind him to check it. I'm going back to my room."
Maybe Claire didn't expect my reaction, and her smile froze on her face.
Walking into the kitchen, I took out a bottle of yogurt from the refrigerator and prepared to go to my room.
Claire stopped me.
She showed a polite and apologetic smile. "Could you please make some food for Mr. Luis White?"
I took a sip of the yogurt and raised my eyebrows. "I'm his wife, not a nanny.
"Shouldn't the mistresses do this for him?"
