Blanche's POV
Zain's face turned stormy when I coldly refused his request.
After a pause, he shot back, "Isn't this what you're supposed to do?"
He meant that as his wife, I should iron his shirts.
I let out a bitter laugh. "I'm about to have breakfast. Handle it yourself or ask Heidi. I won't do it, Zain."
I deliberately didn't mention Joanna, knowing full well he'd never make his precious mistress do household chores.
Zain studied me for several beats, but he didn't push. He just headed upstairs.
I had some of Heidi's porridge and an egg. Nearly time for school, and Carry still hadn't appeared.
My patience wearing thin, I went upstairs to fetch her.
As expected, Carry was dead to the world. I shook her awake, warned her about being late, and left her to get ready alone.
Carry was usually punctual. The mention of tardiness jolted her awake, and she bolted for the bathroom.
I didn't fuss over her like before. "I'll wait downstairs," I said simply.
