The Housemaid's Secret (The Housemaid, #2)

by Freida McFadden

To W, You are mine forever, Love D

“His forever,” she says bitterly. “His property.”

And I’d be going home with him tonight, instead of Broccoli. I mean, Brock.

Wendy is right. This needs to come to an end. On the plus side, now I can safely spit in the potato purée.

These “I love you’s” are holding me hostage.