“Isabella… hon… babe… I didn’t know… is this a surprise?”
I ignored him and turned to Tiffany.
She trembled, covering her neck.
“The necklace,” I said coldly.
“W-What?”
“You’re wearing my grandmother’s necklace. My husband stole it from me. Give it back, or I’ll have you arrested for theft.”
Tiffany quickly removed the necklace and handed it to me.
“Gary gave it to me! He said it was his!” she cried before running away in shame.
Gary crawled toward me, grabbing the hem of the maid’s uniform I was still wearing.
“Isabella! Forgive me! I love you! I made a mistake! I was just stressed!”
I pulled my hand away.
“When you made me wear this uniform, Gary, you stripped me of my dignity as your wife. You treated me like trash. Now, I’m returning the favor.”
“Mr. Sterling.”
“Yes, Madam Chairwoman?”
“You’re fired, Gary,” I said loudly. “And I will make sure no company in this industry ever hires you again. You are blacklisted across Asia. Tomorrow, my lawyers will take the house, the car, and everything you bought with my money. According to our prenuptial agreement, you get nothing if you cheat.”
I turned to security.
“Guards. Remove the trash.”
Security dragged Gary out as he screamed and begged. The guests who had laughed at me earlier now stood silent, terrified.
I walked out of the ballroom with Mr. Sterling.
“Madam,” he asked, “would you like to change clothes? There’s an extra gown in the suite.”
I looked at the maid’s uniform I was still wearing.
“No, Arthur,” I smiled. “I want to go home wearing this. To remind myself that no matter what I wear—uniform or gown—my worth is never defined by fabric, but by who I am.”
That night, I lost a husband.
But I reclaimed myself.
And the whole world bowed to the “maid” who wore the crown.
