There were two households per floor in this unit, but the lights in the two households on the 18th floor were on, so it was difficult to tell which room they had entered.

Thinking about this made me even more angry.

My mother was a full-time housewife and had endless housework to do every day.

A few years ago, she had a back problem, so I suggested to my dad that we should hire a servant.

We can afford to hire a servant, but my dad was disdainful of this, saying that there was nothing much to do at home, and there was no need to hire a servant.

My sister and I used to help with housework, but my sister was married and I was in college, so my mom had to do the housework by herself.

My father hired a servant for his mistress, but his wife took care of him for decades.

6

I returned home and my mom was still doing laundry.

"Mom, you can just put these clothes in the washing machine."

"These are all your dad's expensive clothes. He said the washing machine would damage them, so he asked me to wash them. You can have fun. I'll finish them quickly."

Back in my room, I wanted to cry.

My mother was a kind woman. She had worked hard for decades to take care of the family. She obeyed her husband's orders and never complained. But she ends up like this.

If she knew that not only did Dad cheat, but he also had an illegitimate child, how sad she would be.

I decided to meet that woman first.

7

The next day, I went to the property management.

"I'm the owner of Room 1701, Building 36. Water is seeping down from the upper floor. There's no response when I knock on their door. Could you help me check that household's number?"

I have done some things here before, and the staff knew me. Although they didn't know which unit I lived in, they knew that I was a homeowner in this community.

Therefore, they took out the information registration book and showed it to me.

I saw my father's name, Alexander Vargas, in the column of Building 36, 1801, followed by a phone number and Valerie Hampton at the bottom, which should be the woman's name.

What was even more outrageous to me was that in the registration book, they were registered as husband and wife.

I pretended to ask casually,

"Has the owner of this house changed? I remember that those two people didn't live there before."

A few staff members who had nothing to do were chatting, so they checked it for me.

"Well, they bought it a year ago."