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Aunty has denied to me many times that she did not do this. For the past two and a half weeks, when I get home, I see those miracles that cleaned kitchen and no dirty dishes, neatly washed wet clothes hanging on the rope, clean home, folded clothes neatly placed in wardrobe. For the past two and a half weeks, I have had no work to do after coming home. Oh, god !!. It's very frustrating !!. Okay, let's leave. Anyway, I'm going to leave this house today. So, there is no need to get confuse while thinking about this any more.

She will come and go every day. I began a new routine for my house chores. Weekends are used to cook stews, soups. I put them in containers in the freezer. We can warm them to use during weekdays. The maid will help with the cleaning and doing my washings during weekends. I maintain the house during the weekdays on my own. Eventually one of the church members volunteered to come during weekends, a woman in her 60s, who happened to be a widow.

My vision was still foggy from the anesthesia's lingering effects as I squinted, attempting to acclimatize to the intense lighting, and moved my gaze about the room. On the bedside table, within arm's reach, just a stretch away, was a newspaper with bold, captivating headlines that instantly grabbed my interest. The words sprang from the page, slicing through my foggy daze with cruel clarity. I was taken aback by the unexpected headline that read: "Mr. Sherman Colton Abandoned by His Second Spouse."

Two skilled maids were hired three times per week to clean the house and do laundry. Zane adamantly prohibited me from performing any household chores, joking that it would spoil my delicate hands and insinuating that I was trying to steal the maids' jobs. Frankly, I was surprised when we arrived here. When he mentioned in the woods that his house could easily accommodate both of us, I didn't anticipate it being this spacious.