She knew Sanford hired a cleaner who would come twice a week, but she preferred cleaning the house by herself anyway.

Donning an apron and a pair of household gloves, she dove right in.

After a while, the doorbell rang, catching Maggie off guard.

She hesitated for a moment, then walked to the door and peered through the peephole. Her lips tightened when she saw who it was.

It was Jaelyn. What was she doing here?

Frowning, Maggie opened the door. "What is it?" she asked coolly.

Jaelyn stood there in a long black dress, white overcoat, and black high heels.

She looked just as delicate as ever.

Jaelyn eyed Maggie up and down. "Are you doing the cleaning?"

Maggie glanced at her apron and nodded. "Yes."

A flicker of mockery crossed Jaelyn's eyes. "Didn't Sanford hire a maid? When he was with me, he never let me do any housework."

Her tone was dripping with provocation.

She was mocking Maggie for doing the job of a maid.

Maggie pressed her lips together. "I like to clean our cozy home myself. It feels more like home than just a place to sleep in. That's why he can't wait to come home every night."

The smile on Jaelyn's face vanished, and she unconsciously tightened her grip on her purse.

After a moment of silence, she regained her haughty demeanor. “Aren't you going to invite me in?"

Maggie silently stepped aside to let Jaelyn enter.

"Should I change my shoes?" Jaelyn asked, eyeing the spotless floor.

Maggie shut the door and replied breezily, "No need. We don't keep extra women's shoes here.”

No extra women's shoes? Was she implying Sanford's place was for her alone? That he didn't appreciate outsiders butting in on their Lives?