My Wealthy Father Found Me Scrubbing Floors For His Cruel New Wife

A Shocking Encounter

The soapy water stung the tiny cuts on Mia’s hands, but she didn’t stop scrubbing. For three hours, she had been on her knees on the cold, white marble floor of the grand foyer. The mansion belonged to a wealthy businessman, a man whose name she had only recently discovered. Mia’s mother had passed away months ago, leaving behind a mountain of medical debt and a single, faded photograph of a man named George. Desperate for answers and a way to survive, Mia had applied for a housekeeping position through an agency, never expecting to be assigned to this exact estate.

Suddenly, the heavy mahogany front door swung open. Mia wiped a tear from her cheek, her red hair falling loose from her ponytail. She looked up, her breath catching in her throat. Standing in the doorway was a tall man in a tailored charcoal suit. He looked older than in the photograph, with silver dusting his temples, but the piercing blue eyes were unmistakable.

"Dad?" Mia whispered, the word escaping her lips before she could stop it.

George froze, his briefcase nearly slipping from his hand. He stared at the young woman in the blue maid's uniform, his face turning pale as he recognized the striking green eyes of his first love. Before he could speak, the clicking of high heels echoed from the sweeping curved staircase. Patricia, George’s elegant new wife, stepped down, a glass of red wine in her hand and a cold smile on her lips.

"You're home so early, darling," Patricia said, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. She glanced down at Mia with utter disdain. "This clumsy girl was just finishing up."

Mia quickly lowered her head, sobbing silently as she gripped the scrub brush, trying to disappear into the marble floor.