Mary had no idea.
While she was giving presentations at a business conference in Los Angeles, dressed in sharp suits and charming big clients, her husband Michael was tangled up in a dangerous affair back home. Not just an affair—with a hotel maid named Lucy.
And if Michael had even the slightest clue about who Lucy really was or what she was planning, he would’ve run far, far away.
But he didn’t.
Michael glanced at his watch and snapped his laptop shut. He was working on some commissioned artwork, but that could wait. He had… company coming. The hotel room looked like a tornado had hit it—dirty clothes on the floor, food containers stacked by the trash can—but he didn’t care. Right now, all that mattered was taking a quick shower and changing into something more casual.
Just as he was smoothing his hair in the mirror, there was a knock at the door.
He grinned. “Right on time.”
When he opened it, Lucy stood there in her maid uniform, her expression neutral. He grabbed her by the waist and kissed her hard.
If only Michael had known the truth behind those cold eyes.
Lucy stiffened under his touch. She hated kissing him. Every part of her wanted to scream, but she kept her face calm. She had a plan. And she was going to ruin this man—him and his picture-perfect wife.
“I’ve been waiting so long for Friday when you’d finally come back to me,” Michael whispered, pulling her toward the bed.
“I’ve been waiting too, my darling. I wish we could do this every day,” Lucy replied, her voice soft even though she was disgusted inside.
Just then, a loud knock on the door made them both freeze.
“Did you order anything?” Lucy asked quickly.
Michael shook his head. “No.”
He opened the door—and turned ghost-white. Standing there, arms spread and smiling brightly, was his wife.
“Surprise!” Mary grinned. “I finished early!”
“Mary! My beloved wife! I didn’t expect you so soon,” Michael stammered, stepping in front of her so she couldn’t see past him.
“Move,” Mary said, her voice flat and cold. “Where is she?”
“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, trying to sound casual.
“Enough lies, Michael,” she snapped, pushing past him and storming into the room.
Michael’s heart pounded like a drum. Lucy had to be in the bathroom—he had to stop Mary before—
But it was too late. Mary flung the bathroom door open.
Empty.
Michael exhaled so loudly, it sounded like a sigh of relief.
“You see? There’s nobody here,” he said, forcing a calm smile. “You’re stressed from work, love. You’re starting to imagine things.”
Mary stared at the messy bed, then back at him. The suspicion in her eyes started to fade.
She turned to him slowly, arms wrapping around his neck. “If you love only me, prove it,” she whispered.
Michael grinned nervously and pushed her onto the bed, pretending nothing was wrong. He whispered something dirty in her ear and Mary giggled.
But then a phone rang from under the bed.
Mary pushed him off. “Whose phone is that?”
Michael’s heart dropped. “Uh… mine,” he lied.
As he reached under, Lucy—still hiding there—slid the phone into his hand. He stood up and smiled. “See? I changed the ringtone. One for work, one for when my sweet Mary calls.”
Mary didn’t smile. She sat up, her eyes scanning the room again.
“It’s weird. I swear I smell someone’s perfume…”
Michael quickly hugged her. “Maybe it’s the air freshener?” he suggested, pointing at the little device near the door.
She glanced at it. “Maybe you’re right,” she murmured, leaning into him.
“Go take a walk,” he whispered. “Some fresh air. Then I’ll take you to lunch… and then maybe I’ll show you how much I’ve missed you.”
Mary smiled. “Okay. A little pool stroll sounds good.” She kissed him and left the room.
Michael closed the door, wiping sweat from his forehead.
“That was close!” Lucy whispered, crawling out from under the bed.
Later that evening, Lucy pushed her cleaning cart down the hallway. She felt powerful. Her plan was working. But just as she rounded the corner—
“Hey.”
She froze. Mary was standing there, arms crossed.
“Hi,” Lucy replied, trying to stay calm.
Mary’s eyes locked onto hers. “How do you like my husband?”
Lucy’s heart nearly stopped. She knows. “What… what do you mean?”
“Do you like him?” Mary asked again, voice laced with venom.
“No! I mean, yes… no! Just a guest. Nothing more,” Lucy stuttered. “Personal relationships aren’t allowed. I could get fired!”
Mary smirked. “Just kidding!”
Lucy laughed nervously.
Then Mary leaned in. “Did you see my husband with a guest today or last Friday?”
“I didn’t see anyone, ma’am,” Lucy replied quickly.
“I want to see the hallway security footage.”
“I-I’m sorry. That’s not allowed.”
Mary pulled out a folded bill and offered it. “There’s a nice tip in it for you.”
Lucy shook her head. “No, I can’t.”
Mary’s face changed. “Well, I guess I’ll just talk to security myself. I’ll say I lost my wallet. They’ll help me.”
Lucy panicked. If the footage showed her and Michael… she was finished.
“W-Wait. The guard won’t help you… but I will,” she offered, her voice shaking.
Inside the surveillance room, Lucy sat in front of the monitors. Mary stood behind her, arms crossed.
“Rewind it to 11 AM,” Mary said.
Lucy’s fingers trembled as she moved the footage.
“There. I’m cleaning the hallway. Nothing special,” Lucy said.
Mary nodded. “Play it forward.”
Lucy dusted a painting on screen and quickly used that moment to text Michael. A few seconds later, Mary’s phone rang. Michael was calling her.
Mary stepped aside, distracted. On the screen, Lucy returned to Michael’s door, smoothed her uniform… and then Michael opened the door and kissed her hard.
Mary was still distracted. Lucy watched, frozen, as her betrayal played out on screen.
Mary hung up, searched for her keys, then looked back at the screen just in time to see Lucy pushing Michael back into his room playfully.
“I went to clean the room across the hall,” Lucy lied, fast-talking. “And there you are arriving right after.”
Mary frowned, then sighed. “I’m sorry. Maybe I’ve just been paranoid lately.”
She turned to leave, but then paused as Lucy’s phone buzzed.
“One more thing,” Mary said. “Call someone to help carry my luggage. I’m leaving again for my trip.”
Lucy nodded and watched her go. She took a deep breath. Time for phase two.
Back in the room, Michael’s phone buzzed again. The screen showed an unknown number.
But he knew exactly who it was.
“Hello?” he answered quietly.
“Michael, my friend,” came the disguised voice. “Ready for our final transaction?”
“I’ve got the money,” Michael said, looking around nervously.
“Good. You know the drill. This is the last one. Make it count.”
Michael gritted his teeth. “After this, you’re done. No more calls.”
“If the money’s in the account, you’ll never hear from me again.”
He ended the call and opened Mary’s bank account. He’d been stealing from her for months, pretending it was for his art. But really, he was paying this blackmailer.
He transferred $50,000.
Then the phone buzzed again.
“What’s taking so long?” the voice said.
“I’m sending it now! You’ll get your damn money,” Michael snapped.
“If you don’t,” the voice hissed, “your wife will get everything—videos, pictures, all of it.”
“I KNOW!” he shouted.
He clicked “Send.” His heart dropped when he saw the balance: $0.
But it wasn’t over. Not even close.
That night, Michael came back to the room, drunk and stumbling. Lucy was there, pretending to clean.
“Now that my wife’s gone, we’ve got the place to ourselves,” he slurred, grabbing at her waist.
Then came a knock.
“Ugh. Not now!” he groaned, kissing Lucy’s neck.
Another knock. Michael yanked open the door.
And froze.
Lucy stood there.
But she was already in the room behind him.
Which meant—
He turned.
Mary stood there, dressed like a maid, arms folded, eyes burning.
“Hello, husband,” she snapped.
“M-Mary! You look amazing—” he stammered.
“You’re busted, Michael. I know she was under the bed this morning!”
Michael dropped to his knees. “This is just a game, baby! Just a role-play thing!”
“Game’s over, you sick creep!” Mary spat. “Out of here. Out of my life. You’ve got an hour.”
Then Mary turned to Lucy. “Time for someone to get fired.”
But Lucy smiled. Then she laughed softly.
“I don’t really care,” she said. “Because now, my sister Samantha finally got justice. Sometimes life comes full circle.”
Michael and Mary stared at her in shock.
Lucy explained everything. Samantha—her sister—had once worked for them. She got pregnant, abandoned by her boyfriend. One day, Mary walked in on Samantha hugging Michael. She misunderstood and accused Samantha of trying to seduce him.
Michael could’ve told the truth. But instead, he lied—blaming Samantha, and firing her. Why? To cover his actual affair with someone else.
Samantha couldn’t get another job. She got sick. She lost the baby. And eventually… she took her own life.
All Lucy had left was a final letter from her sister. And the fire for revenge.
Now, her work was done.
Michael stared at her, realizing: Lucy was the blackmailer.
But it didn’t matter anymore. He had lost everything—his wife, his money, his name.
As Lucy walked away from the hotel, she looked up at the stars and whispered, “I got your revenge, Sammy.”
Then she pulled out her phone, transferred every dollar she’d stolen to a charity for orphaned children, and walked into the night—free.
The truth always comes back. And sometimes, it comes wearing a maid’s uniform.
