A Glamorous Wife Humiliated Her Maid, Not Knowing Who Really Owned the Mansion
The foyer of the Oakridge estate was a masterpiece of classic architecture, boasting soaring ceilings and hand-polished marble floors that reflected the glittering crystal chandelier above. But for Audrey, it was just a cold, unforgiving surface. Wearing a simple, faded dark grey dress, she was on her hands and knees, her knuckles red from the icy water as she pressed a sponge into the grout.
Standing a few feet away was Beatrice, the epitome of modern high-society glamour. Clad in a designer silk dress and cradling a glass of vintage Pinot Noir, Beatrice watched Audrey with a look of pure, unadulterated amusement. To Beatrice, people like Audrey were background noise, minor inconveniences that existed only to keep her world spotless.
The heavy oak front doors swung open, and Robert, Beatrice’s husband, stepped inside. A prominent businessman in his early forties, dressed in a tailored charcoal suit and carrying a leather briefcase, he stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes darted from his wife to the young woman shivering on the floor.
Beatrice took a slow sip of her wine and gestured toward Audrey with a dismissive wave of her hand.
"She's just doing what she's good at, cleaning,"
Beatrice sneered, her voice dripping with condescension.
"Don't mind her, darling. I had to teach her a lesson about respect."
But Robert’s face didn't soften. Instead, his jaw clenched, and a terrifying coldness washed over his features. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and dialed a number.
"Cancel everything, now!"
he barked into the receiver, his voice echoing off the high walls.
Beatrice gasped, her glass trembling.
"What? Robert, what are you doing?"
Robert slowly lowered his phone and looked at his wife with a gaze so icy it seemed to freeze the room.
"This house is no longer yours,"
he stated flatly.
Audrey slowly stopped scrubbing, her wet hands trembling as she looked up, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and sudden, quiet realization.
”Robert, what are you doing?"Robert slowly lowered his phone and looked at his wife with a gaze so icy it seemed to freeze the room."This…