When My Ex Became My Cleaning Client

Chapter 1

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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.

"These are for a buddy of mine. Don't overthink it."

I knew all of Lucas's buddies.

The only one who liked this brand was his female friend, Veronica.

Three years ago, I caught Veronica and Lucas naked and tangled together in bed.

I wanted to post the photos online, to let everyone see what these two scumbags really were.

But Lucas snatched my phone and threw me—pregnant at the time—into the basement.

In the end, I lost my second child, and it cost my son's life. He had a rare disease.

Now, it's all in the past.

I didn't answer. I just bent down to put on my disposable shoe covers and asked politely.

"Mr. Harrington, you ordered a six-hour deep cleaning service with dinner. May I begin?"