“I Was Hired as a Maid in My Ex’s Mansion… And He Didn’t Recognize Me ” The day I stepped into his house again…
“How… how is this possible?” he asked, his voice shaking.
I pulled away quickly.
“You’re mistaken, sir,” I said, my voice trembling.
“No,” he said firmly. “I know that face.”
Tears rolled down my cheeks.
“You broke me,” I whispered. “And now you don’t even get to remember me properly.”
His face fell.
“Ada… it’s really you,” he said softly.
But I stepped back.
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Ada died the day you chose someone else over her.”
Silence filled the room.
Heavy.
Painful.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
I laughed through my tears.
“Sorry?” I repeated. “Do you know what I went through after you left me?”
He looked down, guilt written all over his face.
“I lost everything,” I continued. “My home. My peace. Myself.”
“And now…” I gestured around.
“I’m your maid.”
That broke him.
“I didn’t know”
“You didn’t try to know!” I snapped.
Silence.
Then he said something I never expected.
“Stay.”
I froze.
“Please,” he added. “Not as a maid… stay so I can fix this.”
I shook my head.
“Some things can’t be fixed, Kelechi.”
But deep down…
My heart wasn’t so sure.
Because despite everything…
I still loved him.
And that was the most dangerous truth of all.
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