Poor maid was dragged out the car by the billionaire’s wife. What happened next shocked everyone. Carlos, the wealthy businessman, stood outside his house. He looked at his maid, Esther, a shy girl of 22 who always showed him respect. “Get ready, Esther?” Carlos said, “I’ll take you out for some shopping today.”

Esther blinked. “Shopping for me, sir?” Carlos nodded, smiling. “Yes, you’ve been working hard. Everything in this house is always in order, and I know today is your birthday.” Her face lit up with disbelief and gratitude. “Thank you, sir. God bless you.” She rushed inside to grab her bag, but up on the balcony, Dara had already seen everything.

She stormed down the stairs, her silk robe trailing behind her like a cape. “Esthers!” Dara shouted. “Where are you going?” Esther froze at the car door. “Madam,” he said. Before she could finish, Dara yanked her arm and dragged her back from the car. “Get away from there, you shameless girl,” she screamed. “My husband is your boss, not your boyfriend.”

Carlos frowned, his voice calm but firm. “Dara, stop this. You’re embarrassing her.” But Dara shoved Esther aside. “You think I don’t know your plans? Waiting for me to make one mistake so you can replace me in this house?” Esther shook her head quickly. “No, madam. I would never.” “Shut up.” Dara cut her short. Esther clutched her bag tightly and hurried inside, tears already building in her eyes.

Carlos sighed deeply and turned to his wife. “Dara, did you really have to do that? Do you even know what today is?” “I don’t care what today is,” Dara said bitterly. “She’s a maid,” Carlos. “A maid? And you want to be driving her around Legos like some queen?” “It’s her birthday,” Carlos replied firmly. “She works more than anyone in this house.”

“Is it a crime to show kindness?” “Kindness,” Dara scoffed. “Which boss takes his maid shopping?” Carlos shook his head and walked away. “You went too far.” Moments later, he was knocking softly on Esther’s door. She opened it slowly, her eyes red from crying. “I’m sorry about what just happened,” Carlos said gently.

“You don’t deserve to be treated like that.” Esther lowered her gaze. “It’s fine, sir.” He handed her a bundle of cash. “500,000 naira. Buy yourself some clothes. Happy birthday,” Esther gasped, her hands trembling. “Sir, this is too much.” “Take it,” Carlos said. “And don’t let what happened outside spoil your day.”

He gave her a faint smile and left for work. Esther sat on her bed, staring at the money in her hands. She whispered to herself, “500,000. God, thank you.” But just then, Dara passed by. The door was slightly open, and curiosity got the better of her. She stepped inside and caught Esther counting the notes. “So, this is what I suspected,” Dara shouted.

Esther sprang to her feet in panic. “Madam, no.” “He just shut your mouth.” Dara slapped the bundle out of her hands. The money scattered across the floor. “So, you’ve been milking my husband, right? Counting 500,000 like you’re a Legos big girl.” “Madam, please. It’s my birthday gift,” Esther begged, bending down to gather the money.

“Birthday gift? My foot?” Dara snapped. She bent quickly, grabbed the cash, and yanked it out of Esther’s hands. “You will not use my husband’s money to flex while I’m alive.” She stormed out, leaving Esther trembling and crying silently. By evening, Carlos returned home. Dinner was served at the long dining table with Esther standing quietly at the side.

“Esthers,” Carlos said casually as he ate. “Did you get yourself new clothes today?” Esther froze. Her hand shook as she set down the serving spoon. “No, sir.” Carlos looked up at her. “Why not? I gave you money, didn’t I?” Esther’s voice was low and nervous. “I’m not with the money, sir.” Carlos frowned. “What do you mean you’re not with the money?” Esther swallowed hard, glancing at Dara, who sat across the table sipping her wine.

“Madam collected it from me.” The fork dropped from Carlos’s hand, clattering against his plate. He stared at Esther, then slowly turned to Dara. “Dara,” he finally said, his voice low but heavy. “Did you take the money I gave her?” Dara didn’t flinch. She leaned back in her chair and swirled the wine in her glass like she was the one in charge.

“Yes, I did. And what about it?” Carlos narrowed his eyes. “It was a birthday gift. Why would you humiliate her like that?” “She’s a maid, Carlos,” Dara said sharply. “She cleans. She cooks. That’s all. Since when did you start throwing 500,000 at housemaids like they’re your mistresses?” Esther bowed her head, holding on to the tray in her trembling hands, wishing she could vanish from the room.

“Enough,” Carlos said, his tone rising. “Don’t twist this. I was just showing kindness. But you, you’ve turned it into something else. Do you know how cruel you sounded out there today? Dragging her like she’s an animal, taking money that didn’t belong to you.” Dara’s lips curled in a mocking smile. “Oh, so now you’re the savior of housemaids. Carlos the generous.”

“Maybe I should step aside and let you marry her since you’re so invested in her happiness.” Carlos slammed his hand on the table, making the cutlery jump. “Don’t you ever talk like that again.” Esther quickly excused herself, whispering, “Sir, madam, let me clear the kitchen.” Just then, the sound of a car horn came from the gate.

The guard opened and a sleek Toyota Corolla entered the house. From it stepped a teenage girl in skinny jeans and braids, dragging a small suitcase behind her. Carlos stood up immediately. “Tommy,” he said, rushing to the door. “Daddy,” she said with a big grin as she hugged him. “Surprise! Mommy said I could spend two weeks with you.” Carlos’s face lit up when he saw his daughter. But the moment he glanced at Dara, he noticed her smile was forced, like she was only pretending to be happy.

“Welcome, Tommy,” Dara said flatly. “We didn’t know you were coming.” Later that evening, Tommy sat in her room, unpacking. She turned to Esther, who had been sent by Carlos to help her settle in. “You’re the maid, right?” Tommy asked softly. “Yes, I am,” Esther said with a little bow. Tommy frowned. “Why are your eyes red? Have you been crying?” Esther hesitated, then forced a smile. “No, I’m fine.”

But Tommy wasn’t convinced. “My dad is too kind. If he sees you sad, he’ll ask questions. Tell me the truth. What happened?” Esther shook her head quickly. “Nothing. Don’t worry about me.” Downstairs, Carlos was in his study when Dara barged in. “So, this is the kind of home you want to run,” she said angrily.

“You defend the maid. You fight me in front of her. And now your daughter is here to see you siding with servants. This is how you want it to be, right?” Carlos looked at her, his face calm, but his jaw tight. “Dara, I’m warning you. Don’t provoke me. That girl has done nothing wrong. You keep treating her like dirt.”

“It needs to stop.” Dara’s arms were folded, her eyes sharp. “Carlos, why would you want to take her out without even informing me? Since when do you start hiding things from your own wife?” Carlos straightened in his chair, his voice calm, but edged with authority. “Dearra, I don’t have to tell you everything. I’m the head of this family.”

“My decisions are valid, and I don’t need to explain myself to you.” Her eyes narrowed. “Valid. So, humiliating me in my own house is valid. Giving attention to the maid while your wife sits here. Does that sound like respect to you?” Carlos’s jaw tightened. He leaned forward. “Dearra, so that’s why you took the money I gave her.”

“Yes, and I’ll certainly do it again if you keep giving her our money without my permission,” Dara said. “All right, go on,” Carlos said unbothered. Upstairs, Tommy overheard the commotion as she stepped into the hallway. She froze, listening to the echo of her father’s raised voice and her stepmother’s sharp words. And in that moment, Tommy realized something.

This house wasn’t as perfect as it looked from the outside. The next morning, Tommy was up early, wandering around the house. She passed by the kitchen and found Esther bent over the sink, scrubbing dishes quietly. “Good morning, Ma,” Tommy greeted warmly. Esther turned surprised. “Good morning.” Tommy stepped closer, lowering her voice.

“Listen, you don’t have to call me Ma. I’m just 15. Call me Tommy.” Esther hesitated. “All right, I’ll call you Tommy. I don’t like how stepmom talks to you. I saw the way she looked at you yesterday. Did she really take the money Dad gave you?” Esther’s eyes widened, shocked at how much Tommy already knew. She whispered.

“Yes, but please don’t tell your dad. I don’t want more trouble.” Tommy frowned. “That’s not fair. You work hard in this house.” Esther smiled faintly, but didn’t answer. Later that day, while Carlos was at work, Dara decided to host her friends. Three of them sat in the living room drinking wine. “Esthers!” Dara shouted. Esther rushed in. “Yes, madam.”

“Serve the drinks and be quick,” Dara commanded. As Esther poured the wine carefully, one of the women smirked. “Dara, this is your maid. She looks too fresh.” “Are you sure she’s not enjoying your man’s pocket,” the women burst out laughing. Esther froze, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Don’t mind her,” Dara said, rolling her eyes.

“She thinks she’s special because my husband pies her.” Esther’s hand trembled, and a few drops of wine spilled on the table. “See,” one of the women mocked. “She’s even shaking. guilty conscience.” The laughter filled the room again, and Esther quickly excused herself, blinking back tears. But what none of them noticed was Tommy standing halfway up the stairs, watching everything, her chest tightened with anger.

That evening, Carlos came home. He found Tommy waiting in his study. “Daddy,” she said firmly, “you need to know what’s going on in this house when you’re not around.” Carlos sat down slowly, studying her. “What are you talking about?” “Step-mom and her friends embarrassed Esther today. They laughed at her, mocked her, and called her names.”

“Daddy, it’s not right,” Carlos’s face hardened. “Are you sure?” “Yes,” Tommy said without hesitation. “I saw everything.” Carlos leaned back, exhaling heavily. For a long time, he didn’t speak. Then he stood. “Where’s Esther now?” “In her room,” Tommy replied. Carlos walked straight upstairs and knocked on Esther’s door. She opened timidly, her eyes red again.

“Esther,” Carlos said softly. “Is it true? Did my wife and her friends insult you today?” Esther lowered her gaze. “Sir, it’s nothing. I’m used to it.” Carlos shook his head. “Don’t say that. Nobody should get used to being humiliated.” Just then, Dara appeared. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest, her eyes narrowed.

“So, you’ve gone behind my back again, Carlos. You’re here defending her instead of putting her in her place.” Carlos turned sharply. “Dara, why did you embarrass her in front of your friends today? What did she ever do to deserve that?” Dara scoffed, tossing her braids over her shoulder. “Embarrass who? That girl.”

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about.” “Don’t lie to me,” Carlos snapped his tone firm. “Tommy saw everything. You mocked her and you let your friends laugh at her like she’s trash.” “Carlos, I’m done with this. I need a break from this marriage,” Dara said angrily. Without waiting for his reply, she stormed into their bedroom and yanked her wardrobe open.

Dresses and blouses came flying onto the bed as she pulled down hangers roughly. She grabbed a travel bag from under the bed, unzipped it, and started shoving clothes inside without folding them. The zipper strained as she forced more in, her breaths coming fast and harsh. Carlos rushed in after her, his voice shaking with frustration.

“Dara, stop this madness. You can’t just pack up and leave because of an argument. Let’s talk about this.” She spun on him, her eyes blazing. “Talk. You always want to talk when it’s about me. But when it’s about her, you defend her like she’s the queen of this house. I’m tired, Carlos. Tired of competing with a maid in my own home.”

She zipped the bag in one hard pull, lifted it from the bed, and marched toward the door. Carlos stood frozen, torn between anger and desperation as she brushed past him. At the front door, she stopped only long enough to say, “If that’s the kind of home you want, then enjoy it with your stupid maid.”

“To be continued, ‘Did Carlos handle the situation between his wife and his maid currently?’ Share your thoughts and don’t forget to drop a like and subscribe so when part two drops you don’t miss”