I Investigated My Ex for Billion-Dollar Tax Fraud

Amias had bought a house near the university. Ever since we started dating, he often invited me over to keep him company. Each day, after classes finished, I'd go to his place to cook, do his laundry, and clean up. He even expected me to wash both his cars, leaving me exhausted and sore every time.

One evening, after dinner, a heavy rainstorm hit. I didn't have an umbrella and thought staying over for the night would be sensible. Amias's house was spacious, with three bedrooms and two living areas, so staying in the guest room seemed reasonable. However, Amias had other ideas. He looked at me and said softly, “Malani, you're not thinking of sneaking into my bed tonight, are you? A girl should have some self-respect.”

That night, I weathered the storm to return to campus and ended up with a high fever the next day. After that, I never brought up staying over again. Looking back now, maybe Amias had his own way of making a point. What kind of girlfriend lets herself be treated this way?

I was nothing more than an unpaid help. Housekeepers at least receive a salary and have their own space. I didn’t even get that. I was simply providing free labor, giving of myself without any expectation.