Your Fake Angel Wears My Pearls

Summary

I was leaning back against my personal trainer’s chest, mindlessly scrolling through my feed, when a post featuring my own home address stopped my thumb dead.

The user, some girl cosplaying as a "struggling house help," was sobbing in her caption. She’d "accidentally" ruined her employer’s haute couture gown and was terrified she could never afford the repairs.

I didn't need a detective to solve this one. It was Faith, the live-in maid at the townhouse I shared with my husband-of-convenience.