I Was Raised by My Aunt, Then Hired as Her Housekeeper
When I accepted a new cleaning contract, I didn’t expect it to stir old memories. The client’s name: Diane. My aunt. The woman who took everything from me twenty years ago after my parents died. Back then, she promised to care for me, moved into my parents’ home, and called herself my “only family.” Then…
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