Olivia stood behind her, trembling. “Madam, I’ll act normal. Just do as I do, and you’ll see everything.”
Amelia nodded slowly. Her lips trembled, but her spirit was strong. In that moment, she made a silent vow: if Gabriel was truly cheating, she would never forgive him.
Not long after, the sound of a car horn echoed through the compound. Olivia’s heart skipped a beat. Moments later, the front door opened and Bella walked in proudly, holding several shopping bags. She was humming loudly, swaying her hips as she entered the living room. Her perfume filled the air, and her gold bangles jingled with every movement.
When her eyes landed on Amelia, sitting quietly beside Olivia, she stopped and frowned sharply.
“And who is this one?” Bella asked rudely, pointing at Amelia as if she were pointing at a stranger on the street.
Olivia forced a smile and quickly replied, “Oh, she’s also a maid. She went to visit her sick mother, but she just came back today.”
At once, Bella’s face changed. Her lips curved into a wicked smile.
“Ah, two maids,” she laughed mockingly. “Perfect. Now I can finally relax.”
She dropped her shopping bags carelessly on the floor, clapped her hands together, and said proudly, “Both of you, come here. I have work for you.”
Amelia’s heart began to race. She could barely breathe as Bella stood like a queen giving orders in her own living room. Bella sat heavily on the sofa, crossing her legs and adjusting her hair with pride.
“You,” she said coldly, pointing at Amelia without even looking properly. “Come and massage my legs. They are aching from walking in the mall.”
For a moment, Amelia froze. Her chest rose and fell as anger burned inside her. She looked at Olivia, and Olivia gave her a small, pleading nod—silently begging her to stay calm.
Swallowing her pride, Amelia knelt down slowly in front of Bella and began to press her legs gently. Every touch felt like fire on her hands. Tears filled her eyes as her heart screamed in pain.
This is my house. That is my sofa. You’re lying there like a queen in the home I built with my husband.
Bella leaned back comfortably, sipping a chilled drink. She looked at Olivia and said lazily, “Go to the kitchen and make me something special. I’m tired of ordinary food. I want pepper soup with plenty of meat—and make it fast.”
Olivia nodded quickly and hurried away, glancing back at Amelia with eyes full of pity.
Meanwhile, Bella looked at Amelia again. “What’s your name?” she asked carelessly, scrolling through her phone.
Amelia bowed her head and said quietly, “My name is Amaka.”
Bella smirked proudly. “Amaka, good. You will wash my clothes tomorrow. But for now, go upstairs and bring me my phone charger.”
Amelia’s chest tightened instantly. Upstairs—that was her bedroom, her private space, her sanctuary.
She stood up slowly and began to climb the stairs. Her legs trembled as she reached the top and opened the bedroom door. What she saw made her knees weak.
Bella’s handbags were scattered across the bed. Her makeup items lay on the dressing table. Amelia’s perfumes, jewelry, and clothes had been pushed aside to make space for another woman’s things. Tears welled in Amelia’s eyes as she stood there staring at the bed she once shared with Gabriel. Memories of their laughter, their nights together, and his promises came flooding back. She pressed her lips tightly together to stop herself from screaming.
With shaking hands, she picked up the charger and went back downstairs, quietly placing it beside Bella.
Hours passed. Bella continued her insults, ordering Amelia to sweep, to serve drinks, to kneel and scrub the floor. Amelia obeyed silently. Her face stayed calm, but her heart was raging like fire. Every command was like a knife cutting through her soul.
She wanted to shout, “I am the wife of this house, not your maid.” But she held herself back. She reminded herself that the perfect moment hadn’t come yet. She needed Gabriel to see everything with his own eyes.
As the evening sun faded through the curtains, Bella stretched out on the sofa and yawned loudly.
“Ah, what a sweet life,” she said proudly. “Two maids to serve me, and my man all to myself. That foolish wife doesn’t even know what she’s missing.”
She laughed loudly, sipping her drink, completely unaware that the “maid” kneeling beside her was that very wife she mocked.
Amelia’s hands tightened around the rag she was using to clean the rug. Her eyes burned with silent fury. Inside her heart, she swore softly, “Very soon, Bella. Very soon you and Gabriel will face me, and the whole truth will explode.”
It was evening. The sun was setting slowly, casting a soft golden light across the compound. Inside the living room, Bella sat lazily on the sofa, scrolling through her phone.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of a car pulling into the compound. Her face lit up instantly. Her eyes sparkled like a child waiting for candy.
“He’s back!” she squealed, jumping up with excitement.
She rushed to the mirror, adjusted her hair, sprayed perfume on her neck, and smiled proudly at her reflection. Then she hurried to the door, her heels clicking loudly on the tiled floor.
Moments later, Gabriel walked in, tired from the day’s work, his tie slightly loose and briefcase in hand. The moment Bella saw him, she screamed joyfully and ran straight into his arms.
“Welcome back, love,” she said sweetly, hugging him tight and kissing his cheek.
Gabriel smiled, his weariness melting away. “I missed you too,” he whispered, feeling like the king of his own world.
Bella beamed proudly and gestured toward the dining table. “The maids have cooked you a delicious meal. You’ll love it. They even prepared your bath,” she said with pride.
Gabriel frowned slightly and looked at her. “Maids?” he repeated. “What do you mean maids? We only have one maid—Olivia.”
Bella blinked and laughed awkwardly. “Oh no, darling,” she said playfully. “There are two now—Olivia and another one, Amaka. They’ve been taking good care of me.”
At the mention of that name—Amaka—Gabriel’s heart skipped a beat. A strange fear crawled through his chest.
Before he could ask any more questions, Bella clapped her hands loudly. “Olivia, Amaka, come here!” she shouted.
The sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway. Olivia came in first, her head bowed, her heart pounding. Then Amelia appeared. She was still dressed like a maid, her hair covered, her face calm—but her eyes were burning with fire.
The moment Gabriel saw her, his world shattered.
His briefcase slipped from his hand and hit the floor with a loud thud. His lips trembled.
“Ah… Amelia,” he stammered weakly. His face turned pale. His knees wobbled. Sweat formed on his forehead.
Bella looked from one to the other, confused. “Wait, Gabriel… who is she?”
Amelia straightened her back slowly, her disguise now meaningless. Her voice came out sharp, strong, and filled with pain.
“Tell her, Gabriel,” she said coldly. “Tell her who I am—or should I?”
Gabriel’s knees gave way. He fell to the floor and clasped his hands together. “Amelia, please, please—I can explain,” he begged. His voice shook like a frightened child’s.
But Amelia lifted her hand and silenced him.
The entire house went quiet. You could hear the clock ticking on the wall.
She looked at Bella, her eyes calm—but deadly.
“Bella,” she began slowly, her tone like ice, “I am Amelia—Gabriel’s wife. The real woman of this house. The woman whose bed you’ve been sleeping in.”
Bella’s mouth dropped open. She staggered back as if struck by lightning. Her shopping bag fell to the floor. Her lips trembled.
“No… no… this can’t be true,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Gabriel, tell me she’s lying.”
Amelia took a step closer, her eyes locked on Bella.
“You came into my home. You sat on my chair. You ordered my maid around. You lay on my bed—the bed I share with my husband,” she said, her voice trembling with pain. “Tell me, Bella… did you feel like a queen? Did you feel powerful?”
Bella’s knees weakened. She couldn’t stand anymore. Tears filled her eyes. She tried to run toward the door, but Amelia lifted her hand sharply.
“Not so fast,” she said coldly.
Olivia quickly stepped forward and blocked the exit, her eyes flashing with anger. “This time, she stays, madam.”
Gabriel finally looked up from the floor, his eyes red and swollen. “Amelia, please,” he cried. “I swear it was a mistake. I didn’t mean for it to get this far. Please forgive me. You’re my everything, Amelia.”
Amelia let out a bitter laugh—a laugh so painful it made Bella shrink where she stood.
“My everything?” she said mockingly. “You call me your everything, and yet you brought another woman into my home, into my bed. What kind of everything is that, Gabriel?”
Gabriel lowered his head, unable to speak. His shame filled the room like a heavy fog.
Bella, trembling uncontrollably, whispered, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were coming back today. He told me you’d be gone for a week.”
Amelia’s lips curled in disgust. “Even if that were true,” she said firmly, “what kind of woman with dignity walks into another woman’s home and acts like the owner?”
Bella tried to speak, but Amelia’s fierce glare silenced her instantly.
Amelia took a slow step forward. Her voice dropped—calm, but filled with power.
“You will not walk out of this house untouched,” she said coldly. “Tonight, you will learn never to step into another woman’s home and steal her peace.”
Gabriel’s eyes filled with tears as he slowly crawled closer to his wife. “Amelia, please,” he begged, his voice trembling. “We can fix this. Don’t end our marriage. Don’t throw everything away.”
