In that moment, Brenda swore silently. Very soon, you and Jason will face me. In the evening, the sound of a car pulling into the compound made Lois spring up like a child waiting for candy. “He’s back,” she squealled, rushing to the mirror to fix her hair. She dabbed perfume on her neck and hurried to the door.

Jason walked in, tired from the day’s work, but quickly brightened when Lois ran into his arms. She hugged him tightly, kissing his cheek. “Welcome back, love.” “I missed you so much,” she cooed. Jason smiled, feeling on top of the world. Lois gestured toward the dining table. “The maids have cooked you a delicious meal. You’ll love it.

They even prepared your bath. Jason paused, frowning. Maids? What do you mean maids? We only have one maid, Betty. His voice was sharp with confusion. Lois blinked and laughed nervously. Oh no, darling. There are two, Betty and another one, Adah. They’ve been taking good care of me. Jason’s eyes narrowed. Adah. His heart pounded strangely.

Lois, unaware, clapped her hands and shouted, “Betty, Ada, come here.” Footsteps echoed from the hallway. Betty walked in first, her head bowed. Behind her came Brenda, dressed like a maid, her face calm, but her eyes blazing with hidden fire. The moment Jason saw her, his world shattered. His legs wobbled, his throat went dry, and his briefcase slipped from his hand, thuting onto the yay floor. “Brenda,” he stammered.

His skin turned pale as if his spirit was leaving his body. Lois looked from Jason to Brenda, utterly confused. “Wait, Jason. Who is she?” Brenda straightened her back slowly, her disguise gone in an instant. Her voice was sharp, steady, and filled with betrayal. Tell her, Jason. Tell her who I am.

Or should I? Jason dropped to his knees in panic, sweat dripping from his forehead. Brenda, please. Please, I can explain. But Brenda raised her hand, silencing him. The room went silent. Jason was still on his knees, trembling as if the floor beneath him had vanished. Brenda’s eyes burned with anger.

She stood tall, her presence filling the house. Lois,” she said slowly, her voice calm, but cutting like a knife. “I am Brenda, Jason’s wife, the real woman of this house, the woman whose bed you’ve been sleeping in. Lois staggered back as if struck by lightning.” Her hands flew to her mouth, her chest rising and falling in panic.

“No, no, this can’t be true,” she whispered, her voice breaking. She turned to Jason desperately. Tell me she’s lying. Brenda stepped closer, her voice sharper now. You came into my home. You sat in my chair. You commanded my maid. You lay in my bed, the bed I share with my husband. Tell me, Lois, did you feel like a queen? Did you feel powerful? Lois began to shake, her knees weakening.

She tried to walk toward the door, but Brenda raised her hand. Not so fast. Betty quickly moved and blocked the exit. Her eyes burning with loyalty to her madam. Jason finally raised his head. Brenda, I swear it was a mistake. I didn’t mean for it to get this far. His words tumbled out like broken glass. Please forgive me.

I’ll never do it again. You’re my everything, Brenda. But Brenda only laughed. A laugh so bitter it made Lois shrink even more. You’re everything, Jason. You brought another woman into my home. What kind of everything is that? Lois opened her mouth with shame and said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you would come back today.

He told me you would be gone for a week,” she said. Brenda’s lips curled in disgust. “Even if it were true that you didn’t know, what woman with dignity would walk into another woman’s home and act like the owner?” Lois opened her mouth to beg again, but Brenda silenced her with a glare. You will not leave this house untouched.

You will learn today never to walk into another woman’s home. Jason tried to move closer to his wife. Brenda, please, we can fix this. Don’t ruin our marriage. Brenda stepped back, her voice cold and unshakable. Jason, the only thing ruined here is you, and you will face the consequences of every choice you made.

” She looked straight at him and said to him, “Jason, pack your things. You don’t live here anymore.” Her words were calm, but each syllable carried the weight of final judgment. Jason froze, shaking his head in disbelief. “No, no, Brenda. Please, this is my home, too. Don’t do this to me. But Brenda only chuckled, her eyes cold.

Your home, Jason. This house is mine. This life you’ve been enjoying is mine. Everything you own came from me and my father’s company. And now it’s all over. Jason collapsed fully on the ground, his hands stretched forward as though he could grab her forgiveness. Please, Brenda, think of our memories.