The Grand Wellington Hotel welcomed the city's wealthiest guests with marble floors, gold-trimmed hallways, and sparkling crystal chandeliers.

Every corridor reflected luxury.

Every employee wore a perfect smile.

Lucia was no different.

Dressed in a blue housekeeping uniform, she quietly pushed her cleaning cart down the elegant hallway, preparing the final rooms before the evening ended.

As she approached the corner, she politely smiled at a couple walking toward her.

"Good evening, sir..."

The words caught in her throat.

She froze.

Standing only a few feet away was Ethan.

Her husband.

The man who had vanished months earlier without a single explanation.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Lucia's hands tightened around the cleaning cart as tears slowly filled her eyes.

"Ethan..."

She barely managed to whisper his name.

His face instantly lost its color.

"What are you doing here?" he whispered back, unable to hide the panic in his voice.

Lucia stared at him in disbelief.

She had imagined this moment countless times.

She never imagined it would happen while she was wearing a maid's uniform.

Standing beside Ethan was an elegant woman in a red silk gown wearing a large diamond engagement ring.

She looked back and forth between them, immediately sensing something was terribly wrong.

"You know her?"

No one answered.

The silence said more than words ever could.

The woman slowly tightened her grip on Ethan's sleeve.

Her confident smile disappeared.