During her business trip to Los Angeles, Mary has no idea her husband is having an affair with a hotel maid. What will happen when they both discover the maid has a sinister motive to ruin their lives?
Michael checked his watch and closed his laptop, putting his commissioned art on hold for his impending guest. The messy hotel room didn’t concern him; he prioritized a shower and donned a casual outfit. A knock on the door signaled his guest’s arrival—Lucy, the maid.
If only Michael knew Lucy’s reality, he would’ve never slept with her. His lust had blinded him. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately, and then, he closed the door behind them.
Lucy hated Michael’s touch, but right now, she was only focused on her revenge. She knew she wouldn’t get a better chance to get back at the couple for what they’d done to her.
“I’ve been waiting so long for Friday when you’d finally come back to me,” he said, pulling her onto the bed.
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“I’ve been waiting too, my darling. I wish we could do this every day,” Lucy replied, despite her disgust.
Suddenly, a loud knock on the door interrupted them.
“Did you order anything?”
“No,” Lucy shook her head.
Michael answered the door and went pale. His wife, Mary, had unexpectedly returned from a business presentation. “Surprise!” she yelled.
Panicking, he feigned innocence, attempting to block Mary from entering the bedroom where Lucy was hiding. But Mary didn’t buy his story.
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“Enough lying. Where is she?” Mary snapped, pushing past him. She knew cheating was not something new for him.
“I don’t know who you’re talking about!” Michael said casually. But ignoring him, Mary approached the en suite bathroom. Fear gripped Michael; he knew he had seconds to divert her attention.
“Honey, please tell me what’s going on. We should go down to the hotel restaurant…”
Mary flung open the bathroom door, revealing an empty room. The bed’s disarray hinted at Michael’s secret rendezvous, but Lucy was nowhere to be seen.
“See, there’s no one here, honey. You’re just winding yourself up. The pressure at work has made you distrustful.”
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