My Cruel Wife Abused the Maid, Unaware of the Woman's True Identity
Previously: When a spoiled heiress humiliated an elderly maid, she had no idea the woman's son was watching—or that her cruel actions would destroy her own marriage forever.
The Mask Slips
The foyer fell into a stunned, breathless silence, broken only by Victoria’s sharp gasps of pain. She lay amidst the ruined marble counter, her expensive cherry-red dress torn and stained with dust. Clutching her bruised hip, she glared up at her husband, her eyes flashing with indignant outrage.
"Julian! Are you insane?" Victoria shrieked, her voice cracking. "You put your hands on me? For her? She ruined my imported rug, and she is nothing but a worthless, incompetent servant! I want her arrested!"
But Julian didn't even look at his wife. His chest heaving with adrenaline, he dropped to his knees on the wet, dirty marble. Ignoring the sharp shards of glass, he gently wrapped his arms around the shivering, weeping Martha. He brushed the wet hair and crushed petals from her face, his hands trembling with a tenderness that Victoria had never seen him exhibit before.
"I've got you," Julian whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "I am so sorry. I am so, so sorry."
Victoria watched the scene in utter bewilderment, her anger briefly giving way to deep confusion. She struggled to her feet, leaning against the wall for support.
"Julian, get away from her!" Victoria demanded, pointing a manicured finger at the elderly woman. "Why are you touching that filthy woman? Have you lost your mind?"
Julian slowly stood up. When he turned to face Victoria, the warmth in his eyes had completely vanished, replaced by a cold, lethal anger that made her step back in instinctual fear.
"Do you want to know why I am touching her, Victoria?" Julian asked, his voice dangerously quiet. "Because this 'filthy woman' is the reason I am alive. She is the woman who worked three jobs, ruined her health, and starved herself just so I could go to medical school."
Victoria’s breath caught in her throat. She stared from Julian to Martha, her face turning pale as the truth began to dawn on her.
"This is Martha Higgins," Julian said, his voice trembling with pride and fury. "She is my biological mother."
”Julian said, his voice trembling with pride and fury. "She is my biological mother."