For months, I worked as a maid in a wealthy home, silently enduring mistreatment from my employer’s daughter, Tris, and her elitist friends. They saw me as beneath them, never caring to know who I really was. But everything changed one night.
During a dinner party, Tris mocked me publicly and spilled hot coffee on me. That was the last straw. I calmly revealed the diamond ring on my finger—Margaret, Tris’s mother and the homeowner, had given it to me.Tris erupted, calling me a thief and threatening to call the police. That’s when Margaret entered the room and confirmed everything: the ring was hers, a family heirloom,
and a symbol that I would inherit her property—not Tris.Three months earlier, Margaret and I had bonded over books, kindness, and conversation. She respected me for who I was—intelligent, honest, and caring—and named me her heir, disappointed in Tris’s entitled behavior.
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