The Millionaire’s Wife Thought She Could Humiliate The Elderly Cleaner, Until Her Husband Kneeled Before Her To Reveal The Dark Truth About The Family Fortune.
Chapter 1: The Spilled Wine of Arrogance
The marble floors of the Sterling Estate were polished to a mirror finish, reflecting the cold, haughty expression on Victoria Sterling’s face. She stood in the center of the grand foyer, a crystal glass of expensive Merlot dangling carelessly from her manicured fingers.
At her feet, on her hands and knees, was Evelyn.
Evelyn was an elderly woman, dressed in a faded gray uniform that looked two sizes too big. She had been with the household for years, a fixture in the background, silent and invisible. Today, however, Victoria had decided she was bored, and boredom for Victoria meant cruelty.
"It’s still sticky, you old fool," Victoria snapped, gesturing toward a faint purple stain on the pristine white stone. "I said scrub. If you can’t manage that, what use are you in this house?"
Christian, Victoria’s husband, stood by the mahogany staircase, checking his watch. He was a man who had built his reputation on being the smartest guy in the room, yet he said nothing. He looked at Evelyn—the woman who had practically raised him—with a detached, cold indifference. He was a millionaire, and in his mind, he had purchased the right to look away.
"I’m trying, Ma'am," Evelyn said, her voice raspy but steady. She wiped the floor again, her knuckles raw and red from the cleaning agents.
"Trying isn't enough," Victoria sneered, nudging Evelyn’s shoulder with the toe of her designer heel. "You’re lucky we don't throw you out on the street. Christian, tell her to work faster. I have the board dinner tonight, and I don't want this eyesore in the foyer."
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Christian cleared his throat, adjusting his silk tie. "You heard her, Evelyn. Pick up the pace. We don't have all day."
Evelyn didn't look up. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, her breathing shallow. She didn't look like a woman who had the power to destroy them; she looked like a woman who had accepted her fate as a ghost in her own home.
