While Mary was away on a business trip in Los Angeles, she had no idea that her husband, Michael, was cheating on her with a hotel maid. But things weren’t as simple as they seemed. Because this maid had a dark reason—and she was about to destroy everything.
Michael glanced at his watch, then closed his laptop. He had been working on a commissioned painting, but now his mind was somewhere else. Someone was coming to his room, and he didn’t want to be distracted. The room was a mess, but he didn’t care. He rushed to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and threw on a casual shirt and jeans.
Then came a knock.
He smirked. “Right on time,” he whispered and walked to the door.
Standing outside was Lucy—the hotel maid.
If only Michael knew the truth about her. If he had even the slightest idea of who Lucy really was, he never would’ve invited her in. But right now, lust had clouded his judgment. Without a second thought, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her like he missed her. Then he quickly shut the door behind them.
Lucy tried not to cringe at his touch. She hated it. But she didn’t show it. Right now, she had to play along. She was here for a reason—and that reason was revenge.
“I’ve been waiting so long for Friday, when you’d finally come back to me,” Michael said, pulling her toward the bed like a lovesick teenager.
Lucy forced a smile and said sweetly, “I’ve been waiting too, my darling. I wish we could do this every day.”
Her words made him grin, but inside she wanted to scream.
Just as they started getting closer, a loud knock at the door made both of them jump.
Michael frowned. “Did you order anything?”
Lucy shook her head. “No.”
Curious, Michael walked to the door, still half-dressed, and opened it—then froze. His face turned ghostly pale.
“Surprise!” a cheerful voice rang out.
It was Mary—his wife.
“Mary, my beloved wife!” Michael choked out, his voice way too cheerful to be real.
He panicked instantly, trying to close the door behind him and block her from entering the room. But Mary raised an eyebrow, already suspicious.
“Enough lying. Where is she?” she asked, her voice cold as ice.
“I don’t know who you’re talking about!” Michael said casually, trying to laugh it off. But Mary wasn’t fooled. She brushed past him like a storm.
Mary stormed toward the bedroom door. Michael’s heart dropped. He had seconds to distract her.
“Honey, wait—why don’t we go down to the hotel restaurant and have lunch? Just the two of us…”
But Mary didn’t stop. She marched straight to the bathroom door and flung it open.
It was empty.
Michael tried to hide a smirk. Lucy had hidden well. But the bed was messy. Too messy.
Mary narrowed her eyes. “Hmm…”
“See? There’s no one here, honey,” Michael said quickly. “You’re just stressed from work. It’s making you paranoid.”
Mary sighed. Her shoulders relaxed. She even smiled a little and leaned into him.
“If you love only me,” she said softly, “prove it.”
Michael smirked and pushed her playfully onto the bed. “Oh, I’ll prove it,” he whispered.
Mary giggled, letting the tension melt for a moment.
But then—ring ring ring!
A phone buzzed loudly from under the bed.
Mary pushed his shoulder. “Whose phone is that?”
“Oh, uh…it’s mine,” Michael stammered.
He quickly bent down to grab it, praying Lucy wouldn’t make a sound. Luckily, Lucy silently handed the phone to him from under the bed.
“You see?” he smiled. “I just changed the ringtone! So I know when it’s a work call or when it’s you calling, my sweet Mary.”
Mary’s eyes narrowed. Something didn’t feel right.
“It’s just strange…” she murmured. “I swear I could smell a woman’s perfume.”
Michael wrapped his arm around her. “Probably just the air freshener,” he said, nodding at a small machine near the wall.
Mary looked at it and then back at him. “Maybe you’re right.”
Michael tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Let’s get you some fresh air. Take a walk by the pool. Then we’ll have lunch. And after that… I’ll really prove how much I love you,” he said with a wink.
Mary smiled and kissed his cheek. “Okay. I’ll be back soon.”
As soon as she left, Michael dropped onto the bed in relief.
“That was close!” Lucy whispered, crawling out from under the bed.
Later that evening, Lucy was back in her maid uniform, pushing her cleaning cart through the hallway. She was smiling to herself. Her plan was working.
Then suddenly—
“Hey.”
Lucy jumped. Mary stood at the corner of the hallway.
“Hi,” Lucy said quickly, hiding her fear.
Mary stepped closer. “How do you like my husband?”
Lucy’s face turned pale.
“Er…what do you mean?” she asked.
“I mean, do you like him?” Mary’s eyes gleamed with something dangerous.
“No! I mean—yes. No! I meant to say no,” Lucy stammered. “He’s just a regular guest. Nothing personal. Hotel policy, you know.”
Mary laughed. “Oh! I’m just kidding.”
Lucy gave a nervous chuckle. But Mary leaned in closer.
“Did you see my husband with any guests today? Or last Friday?”
“I didn’t see anyone, ma’am,” Lucy said, her voice tight.
“I want to see the security footage from the hallway.”
Lucy blinked. “I’m sorry, hotel policy says—”
“I’ll give you a nice tip,” Mary interrupted.
“I still can’t,” Lucy insisted.
“Well, then I guess I’ll go to the security guard myself. I’ll just tell them I lost my wallet,” Mary said, smiling. “I’m sure they’ll be very helpful.”
Lucy’s stomach dropped. If the guards saw the footage, everything would be exposed.
“Wait! Don’t do that. I… I can help you,” she said quickly.
Mary raised an eyebrow. “Good.”
With help from an old friend, Lucy led Mary to the small surveillance room. Lucy sat at the monitor.
“Rewind to around 11 a.m.,” Mary said firmly.
Lucy hesitated, then tapped a few buttons. The black-and-white footage began playing. It showed Lucy pushing her cart through the hallway.
“Nothing special here,” Lucy said quickly.
“Keep going,” Mary replied.
Lucy appeared on-screen dusting a painting. Then she sneaked a glance down the hallway and texted Michael under the pretense of cleaning. Just then, Mary’s phone rang.
“Yeah, honey?” she answered, walking away.
Lucy sighed in relief.
But when Mary turned back to the screen, her expression froze.
There, in full view, Michael stepped out of his room and kissed Lucy on the lips. Lucy pushed him playfully into the room.
Mary narrowed her eyes.
“I went to clean that room across the hall,” Lucy said quickly. “And then you arrived.”
Mary blinked. “I… I guess I was just paranoid. Sorry.”
She turned to leave.
But Lucy’s phone buzzed.
Mary stopped. “One more thing—call someone to carry my luggage. I’ve got to leave for a business trip.”
Lucy nodded. “Of course, ma’am.”
As Mary walked away, Lucy let out a breath. That was part one. Now for part two.
Back in the hotel room, Michael paced. His phone buzzed again.
An unknown number.
He answered. “Hello?”
“Michael, my friend,” the deep voice said. “Ready for our final transaction?”
Michael’s hand shook. “Yes. I’ve got the money.”
“This is the last time,” the blackmailer said. “Don’t mess it up.”
Michael gritted his teeth. “You promised. After this, you leave me alone.”
“If the money’s in the right account,” the voice said coldly, “you’ll never hear from me again.”
Michael quickly logged into Mary’s bank account. He had been secretly stealing her money for months. Now he was transferring another $50,000.
“She won’t notice,” he whispered.
As he confirmed the transfer, the phone buzzed again.
“What’s taking so long, Michael?” the voice asked.
“I’m doing it!” he snapped.
The voice chuckled. “Fail this time, and your wife gets everything. Every photo. Every secret.”
Michael hit Send.
The screen flashed: Balance: $0.00
It was done. But something didn’t feel right.
He had no idea it was far from over.
Later that night, Michael returned from the bar, tipsy and grinning. He spotted Lucy near the bed, pretending to clean.
“Oh babe, now that my wife’s gone… we’ve got the whole place to ourselves,” he whispered, grabbing her hip.
A knock interrupted.
“Ugh! Not now!” he groaned, annoyed.
The knock came again. He stomped to the door and opened it—only to freeze.
Lucy was standing outside.
“What the—? Lucy?” he whispered. “Then… who’s in the room?”
He turned—and saw Mary.
In a maid’s uniform.
“Hello, husband!” she snapped.
“Mary! You… you look amazing?” Michael stammered.
“You’re busted,” Mary snarled. “I know she was under the bed this morning!”
Michael dropped to his knees. “It’s just a game, honey. A stupid game! It didn’t mean anything!”
Mary’s face was pure rage. “Game over, you sick creep! I want you gone. Out of this room and out of my life. One hour!”
As she turned to leave, she glanced at Lucy.
“And you,” she said. “Time for someone to get fired.”
But Lucy didn’t flinch. Instead, she smiled.
And laughed.
“Honestly?” Lucy said calmly. “I don’t care. Because now, my sister Samantha finally got justice.”
“Your sister?” Mary said in shock.
Lucy turned and walked away. “Sometimes, life comes full circle.”
Michael stared, frozen. Then the pieces clicked.
Samantha. Their old maid. Fired after a misunderstanding. Accused of things she never did. Michael had lied about her to cover his real affair.
Samantha had suffered badly. Lost her job. Her unborn child. And eventually… her life.
Mary clutched her chest. “Oh my God…”
Michael whispered, “She was the blackmailer…”
But it was too late.
Lucy stepped out into the night air, her heart finally at peace.
“I got your revenge, Sammy,” she whispered, looking up at the stars.
And the money? Every penny she had taken—she donated to an orphan charity. Because unlike Michael and Mary, Lucy knew what it meant to lose everything.
