I Came Home Early To Surprise My Pregnant Wife… But When I Walked In, I Saw Her Kneeling On The Floor Scrubbing While The Maids Watched… And The Reason Broke My Heart

My name is Marco. I’m the CEO of my own company. I give everything for my wife, Elena, who is eight months pregnant with our first child.

Since it was our anniversary, I decided to come home early. Three in the afternoon. I brought flowers and her favorite cheesecake. I wanted to surprise her.

When I entered the gate, I felt something strange. The house was quiet.

I slowly stepped through the main door. I wanted to surprise Elena.

But the moment I stepped into the living room, I was the one who got shocked.

I dropped the cake.

In the middle of our marble floor, I saw Elena.

Her belly was huge. She was clearly struggling to move. Yet she was kneeling on the floor, holding a rag and a bucket. She kept scrubbing and scrubbing, drenched in sweat, crying.

Around her stood our three maids. Their heads were bowed. They were crying too. But they weren’t doing anything. They were just watching Elena.

And on the sofa? My mother, Doña Miranda. Sitting there, drinking tea with her eyebrow raised.

“Faster, Elena!” my mother shouted. “The edges are still dirty! Just because you’re pregnant doesn’t mean you’re a señorita! Remember where you came from. You grew up poor. You’re used to housework. Stop pretending!”

“M-Ma…” Elena cried, holding her lower back. “My stomach hurts… I feel dizzy…”

“I don’t care! Don’t stop until that floor is shining! And you maids—if any of you try to help her, I’ll fire you!”

My whole body went cold.

My mother… the woman I believed truly loved my wife… was turning her into a servant in my own house whenever I wasn’t around?

“MA!” I shouted.

They all jumped in shock. Doña Miranda turned pale when she saw me.

“M-Marco?” my mother stammered. “Son! You’re early! I thought you’d be home tonight!”

I rushed to Elena and helped her stand. She was trembling from exhaustion. Her knees were red from kneeling for so long.

“What are you doing to my wife?!” I shouted at my mother.

“Son, you’re mistaken!” my mother quickly changed her tone, suddenly gentle. “Elena insisted! She said she wanted to exercise! She said she wanted to help! Right, Elena?”

My mother looked at Elena with a threatening glare.

Elena lowered her head. “Y-Yes, Marco… I just wanted to clean…”

But I wasn’t stupid.

I turned to the maids.