“They swear by her.”
“That’s great,” I said. “I’ll call her first thing in the morning and set everything up.”
Michael smiled, wrapping his arm around me. “Anything to make you happy,” he said.
I smiled back, thinking how lucky I was to have a husband who cared. I had no idea that this one decision would soon unravel everything I believed about him. Two days later, the cleaning lady started working at our house.
Her name was Lily, and from the moment she arrived, I felt relief. She was young, polite, and worked flawlessly. There wasn’t a single thing to complain about.
The floors were shiny, the laundry was neatly folded, and she always had a calm smile. I could never make the house look that perfect, no matter how hard I tried. But soon, something felt off.
Lily started staying later in the evenings, always finding one more task to finish right when Michael came home. I noticed how she’d wait for the sound of the garage door, then quietly slip into his office a few minutes after he went in. When I asked about it, she said she just wanted to “discuss work details” with him.
That answer didn’t sit right with me. One afternoon, I said, “Lily, I’m the one who pays your salary. If there’s something about your work, you can talk to me directly.”
She looked at me with a small smile and replied, “It’s better to discuss household matters with the man of the house.”
The words stung, and though part of me wanted to argue, I forced myself to let it go.
Maybe it was just a misunderstanding. A few evenings later, Michael told me he would start driving Lily home after work. “It’s getting dark earlier,” he said.
“It’s not safe for her to walk or wait for a bus.”
I looked up from the couch, frowning. “Can’t she take a taxi? Or we could cover the fare; it wouldn’t cost that much.”
“I’m not wasting money on taxis.
It’s just a short drive. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”
I could tell from his tone that arguing would only make things worse. So I nodded, even though every part of me screamed that something wasn’t right.
He started leaving with her every evening after that. Each time, I’d hear their voices in the hallway, her light laughter, his quiet murmur. My gut twisted, but I told myself not to overthink.
Michael was a good man. I trusted him. Still, my intuition refused to calm down.
Then one evening, as I passed by his office, I noticed the door slightly open. Lily was inside with him. I stopped, barely breathing.
“Ethan, I can’t take this anymore,” Lily said. Why did she call him by another name?
“Just a little longer,” Michael said. “We’re almost done.”
My hand gripped the wall, and for a second, I considered stepping in.
But before I could move, Michael’s chair scraped against the floor, and I heard his footsteps approaching the door. I darted into the bedroom just in time, pressing my back against the doorframe as he closed his office behind him. I stood there for a long moment, trying to steady my breathing.
My mind was racing, searching for explanations that made sense, and none of them did. Later that night, after he dropped Lily off, Michael came into the bedroom looking pale and tense. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“It’s my mom,” he said. “She’s in the hospital. They say she needs surgery, something serious.”
I jumped to my feet.
“Oh my God, we have to go see her! When do we leave?”
“They won’t let me in. The doctors said it’s too risky right now, and they don’t want visitors.
But she needs an operation, it’s going to cost three hundred thousand dollars.”
I blinked, stunned. “Three hundred thousand? Michael, that’s—”
“I don’t have that kind of money,” he said quickly, cutting me off.
“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t serious. But you… maybe you could lend it to me. Just for now.
I’ll pay you back as soon as I can.”
“Of course,” I said softly. “Give me a few days to gather it. We’ll make sure your mom gets the surgery.”
He exhaled with relief and pulled me into a hug.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”
I hugged him back, feeling his heartbeat against mine. And yet, somewhere deep down, that same uneasy voice whispered again.
Something didn’t add up. By the next morning, the shock had faded, but unease stayed heavy in my chest. The story about his mother, the way Lily looked at him, the strange name she’d used, it all tangled in my mind.
My gut told me this wasn’t paranoia. Michael left early for work, and I spent the morning pacing the house, trying to quiet my thoughts. By evening, I’d made up my mind.
I needed proof. I bought small security cameras that recorded audio and hid them around the house: one in the hallway, one in the living room, and one behind the books in his office. I connected them to my laptop and prayed they’d work.
That evening, Lily arrived as usual, smiling politely. Everything looked normal until Michael came home and went straight into his office with her. I waited until I heard the door close, hurried to the bedroom, opened my laptop, and pressed play.
The image flickered for a moment before focusing on them. “This plan is taking too long,” she said, calling him Ethan again. “It’s not my fault,” he snapped.
“She’s delaying the house documents. But I’ll get the money. I told her mom needed surgery, and she believed it.”
Lily laughed.
“If our mother could hear that, she’d be thrilled to know she’s your excuse again.”
“Our mother likes the money we send her,” he replied. “So she can survive a little moral compromise.”
I froze. Our mother? My mind reeled as the realization hit.
They were related. Not lovers. Siblings.
I stared at the screen, unable to breathe, as Lily continued. “This woman’s a tough one,” Lily said. “Most of them fold faster.
We should just take the cash and go. Forget the house.”
“Then why did I even marry her?”
She shrugged. “How were we supposed to know she’d be this much work?”
“Maybe you’re right.
Let’s just take the money and disappear.”
I slammed my laptop shut, my hands shaking. My entire world was nothing but a setup. A con.
My husband wasn’t even my husband. He was a liar who had planned everything from the start. A few minutes later, I heard footsteps.
He came into the bedroom. “Do you have the money ready?” he asked. I forced myself to nod.
“Yes, it’s here.”
“Good,” he said. “I’ll take it to the hospital after I drop Lily off. We don’t have time to waste.”
“Of course,” I said softly.
“I’ll get everything together.”
When he left the room, I moved quickly. My fingers were steady now, no fear, no tears, only cold focus. I picked up my phone and made a call.
Then I placed the money in a large leather bag, exactly as he’d asked, and waited. A few minutes later, I walked into the hallway, where Michael and Lily were already by the door. “Here,” I said, handing him the bag.
He smiled, kissed my cheek, and whispered, “You’re an angel.”
“Drive safe,” I said quietly. He had no idea what was waiting outside. The moment he opened the door, flashing blue and red lights filled the room.
Two police cars were parked at the curb, their doors already open. Officers stepped out. “You’re under arrest!”
Michael froze, the color draining from his face.
Lily tried to run, but one of the officers caught her before she made it past the porch. One of the officers turned to me. “Ma’am, thank you,” he said.
“We’ve been after this brother and sister for years. You’re not the first woman they’ve fooled, but you’ll be the last.”
I nodded, my heart still pounding. Michael twisted in the officer’s grip, glaring at me.
“You witch!” he shouted. “How could you do this to me?”
I looked straight at him. “If you thought it would be that easy to fool me,” I said evenly, “you married the wrong woman.”
When the police cars finally drove away, I stood there for a long moment.
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