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Eros' POV

I glanced at the clock for the hundredth time. I had only just returned to hear from the maids that Dalia left with a friend this morning. None of them could describe who this friend was because they were too busy gossiping about the both of us.

I recently hired three maids to cater to her needs so that she could never feel lonely when I am not around. Each of them had their own major duties. The first one catered for our cooking needs, the second catered for our cleaning needs, and the last one worked as her quarter maid. She had qualifications as a nurse, too.

They made sure to come to the house three times a week. I threw my suit on the couch. The house felt empty without her fat frame waddling around it.

It's only been a week since we came back from our honeymoon. She has been trying her best to adjust to the house and its functions. It was different from what she was used to. Every day, she asked new questions and caused trouble