“Don’t judge a book by its cover, because what you think is a filthy past may actually be a noble sacrifice beyond anyone’s measure.”

In a vast mansion in Alabang, Maya worked as a domestic helper. Twenty-five years old—simple, hardworking, and quiet—she was the favorite maid of Sir Lance, a 30-year-old bachelor and CEO of a multinational company. Lance was kind but strict at work. The only thing he knew about Maya came from the other helpers’ gossip: that Maya was supposedly a “disgraced woman” back in the province.

Month after month, Maya spent almost her entire salary sending money home. When the staff asked where it went, she would answer, “For Junjun, Popoy, and Kring-kring.” So everyone concluded that Maya had three children out of wedlock.

Despite the rumors, Lance fell for Maya. She cared for people differently. When Lance caught dengue and was hospitalized for two weeks, Maya never left his side. She wiped him down, fed him, and stayed up all night. Lance saw the purity of her heart. “I don’t care if she has children,” he told himself. “I’ll love them the way I love her.”

Lance courted Maya. At first, she refused. “Sir, you’re from the sky and I’m from the ground. And besides… I have many responsibilities,” she said, head bowed. But Lance persisted, showing her he was ready to accept everything. In the end, they became a couple.

It became a huge scandal. Lance’s mother, Doña Consuelo, exploded. “Lance! Have you lost your mind?! She’s a maid—and she has three children by different men?! Are you turning our mansion into an orphanage?!” she shouted. His friends mocked him. “Bro, instant dad to three! Good luck with the expenses!”

But Lance stood by Maya. They married in a simple ceremony. At the altar, Maya cried. “Sir… Lance… are you sure? You might regret this.”

“I will never regret it, Maya. I love you and your children,” Lance replied.