Last Life She Killed Me for My Rich Husband, This Life I Let Her Have Him Chapter 07

Last Life She Killed Me for My Rich Husband, This Life I Let Her Have Him Chapter 07

The boss is coming home, everyone, get ready. 

I started delegating. “Mrs. Sterling, go buy the seafood Mr. Montgomery likes. Mrs. Davis, go to the organic garden and pick fresh vegetables. Mrs. Clark, run the smart Jacuzzi at 106 degrees so it’s ready when he gets here.” 

After one phone call taking care of everything, I stretched out comfortably in the back of the Rolls–Royce. 

My driver, Mrs. Evans, had been on the road for over thirty years. She was a fiercely independent woman, and she felt a little indignant on my behalf. 

“All Mr. Montgomery does is earn money, support the family, and solve problems. But he still expects you to go along with everything he says. Isn’t that too much?” 

I watched the neon lights flash by outside the window and sighed. “Still better than a man who expects me to go along with him while we both earn the money and both support the 

family and still can’t solve any problems.” 

Mrs. Evans paused. “Well… when you put it that way.” 

The food had been ready for a while, but Charles still wasn’t home. Mrs. Sterling, Mrs. Davis, and Mrs. Clark all urged me to eat without him. “You need to think about the baby, Mrs 

Montgomery.” 

But I waved them off, lay down on the couch in my clothes, and waited. Think of it as overtime. I’d done plenty of that 

before. 

By the time he got home, I’d fallen half asleep on the couch. The table was still set with the meal I’d prepared just for him. 

The door clicked open. I jumped up happily and hurried over. “You’re finally home.” 

Late night, hot meal, a man coming home, his pregnant wife 

asleep on the couch after being humiliated earlier. Stack all 

that together and tell me what man wouldn’t give in? 

In that moment, Charles’s eyes held everything, surprise, tenderness, guilt, emotion. It all melted into softness. 

After dinner, I pushed him toward the shower. I’d already laid 

out his change of clothes, carefully steamed, lightly scented, and warmed to just the right temperature. 

He sighed in contentment. “You work too hard. Thank you.” 

I pressed my lips together and said nothing. Mrs. Sterling and 

Mrs. Davis cooked the meal. Mrs. Clark ran the bath. 

I didn’t do a thing. And yet, so hardworking, right?