When My Ex Became My Cleaning Client

When I picked up the housekeeping order, the customer send me a message asking me to bring a box of ultra-thin condoms.

When I opened the door, I discovered it was my ex-husband.

The moment he saw me, his eyes reddened. "Zara, why did you run away from home all those years ago?"

Then, after noticing the cleaning supplies behind me, he lowered his head in shame.

"It's all my fault. I'm the reason you became a cleaning lady."

I didn't respond. I simply handed him the condoms.

"That'll be thirty-six dollars. How would you like to pay?"

He took them awkwardly, fumbling for an explanation.