Too Late to Love Her Right

Chapter 3 Nothing but a Maid

　　Since that wedding night, the three of them had been living under the same roof.

　　Carlos and Debbie stayed upstairs - this was their villa, after all. Fiona, on the other hand, slept downstairs in the maid's room.

　　By day, Fiona was Debbie's live-in maid, tending to her every need. By night, she became Carlos's release-a silent, unwilling body, used to satisfy his desire.

　　Once he was done with her, Carlos would head right back upstairs, crawl into bed with Debbie, and fall asleep in her arms. Meanwhile, Fiona would lie there with her eyes wide open, unable to sleep till dawn.

　　Dragging her exhausted body out of bed, she'd cook porridge, fry eggs, and get breakfast ready.

　　She heard steady footsteps from the staircase. Her hunched shoulders tensed reflexively, but she just calmly slid a few slices of sushi into the microwave like nothing happened.

　　The couple upstairs were up.

　　She set breakfast on the table, laid out two sets of utensils. The ones who sat down to eat were Carlos and Debbie.

　　Fiona stood at a distance, silent and still. She was the maid - how could she eat at the same table as her "employers"?

　　Debbie kept dishing food into Carlos's bowl, her face all sweetness and smiles.

　　Then suddenly, she turned and said warmly, "Sis, come on, have breakfast with us."

　　Fiona didn't budge, her face blank.

　　When she didn't respond at all, Carlos slammed his chopsticks down with a loud smack. His chilly gaze zeroed in on her. "Didn't you hear Debbie? She asked you to eat. Why are you just standing there?"

　　Fiona stood there calmly, her voice emotionless. "Mr. Morton, Mrs. Morton, please enjoy your meal. I'm just the help. I know my place."

　　Debbie's face immediately fell, like she was deeply hurt. "Sis... I know you wronged me, but I've let it go. Carlos just got mad and wanted to teach you a lesson, but we never saw you as a servant. We grew up together, remember? Please don't act like a stranger, it really makes me sad..."

　　Fiona's lips twitched into a smile - cold, faint, barely noticeable.

　　Same person who insisted on being called "Mrs. Morton" just last night... now she wants to play the warm sister role? What a joke. She'd be an Oscar winner if she joined the film industry.

　　"Hmph, if she doesn't wanna eat, then forget it. Debbie, stop wasting your kindness on trash like her."

　　Carlos threw that out coldly, grabbed his bag and walked out the door after putting on his shoes.

　　Debbie immediately followed, standing at the doorway, watching him drive off.

　　Meanwhile, Fiona silently cleared the dishes, carrying them into the kitchen to wash.

　　A few minutes later, Debbie appeared in the kitchen doorway.

　　"Fiona, sleeping with Carlos every night must be wild, huh? You moan like some cheap w***e - must be loving it."

　　With Carlos gone, she finally dropped the sweet act, her face twisted with rage, like she wanted to rip Fiona apart.

　　She was the one legally married to Carlos. She was the rightful Mrs. Morton.

　　But the wedding? That was Fiona.

　　The one screaming with him every night? Still Fiona!

　　She couldn't accept it - how could Fiona just walk right in and take everything that should've been hers?

　　Carlos was supposed to be hers, and hers alone!

　　Fiona just looked at her and smiled, sarcastic and cold. "Carlos is great in bed, no complaints there. Honestly, Debbie, I've gotta thank you. Really."

　　Debbie flinched, face contorting with anger.

　　"Don't flatter yourself, Fiona! You're nothing but a stand-in. Just a warm body in his bed. You think that makes you special? Pathetic!"

　　Fiona sneered. "A stand-in? Funny. He's never once called your name in bed."

　　"Shameless b***h! Why don't you go die?!"