I caught my son slipping his expensive dinner into our maid’s old bag. Furious, I demanded, “Why are you stealing from your own family?” He looked up with tears in his eyes and whispered, “Because she’s my real mom, and she only eats our leftovers.” My world spun as I looked at the hidden photo in her bag…

I stood behind my massive desk, feeling like an absolute tyrant.

“Vanessa contacted the agency,” I stated bluntly, watching her face for a reaction. “She’s pushing for a termination of your contract.”

Grace didn’t gasp. She didn’t cry. The color simply drained from her face, leaving her looking like a marble statue. She clasped her hands together, her continue reading …