“Good day.”
Anthony’s expression hardened slightly. “What do you want?”
Her eyes shifted to Ma, standing there calm and unshaken.
“I came to see how far this joke has gone.”
Ma smiled politely. “Welcome. The joke is now a full movie.”
Anthony almost laughed.
The ex stepped closer, lowering her voice. “She’s not your level.”
Ma responded immediately. “Madam, level is not by money. It’s by peace. And I have it.”
Silence.
Sharp. Heavy.
Anthony looked at Ma, and something in his chest tightened.
Pride.
Pure pride.
That night, Anthony stood in front of everyone.
Staff. Silence.
“I want to make something clear.”
All eyes on him.
“Ma is not just a maid in this house.”
Murmurs spread.
He continued, “She is my choice.”
Gasps.
Shock.
Jealousy.
Everything exploded quietly.
Then he turned to Ma, walked to her, held her hand right there in front of everyone.
“And I will marry her.”
Ma froze.
“Sir—”
He smiled softly. “I told you I’m serious.”
She looked around—at the maids, at Mama Grace, at the world that suddenly felt too big.
Then she whispered, “Will there be food at the wedding?”
Anthony blinked. “What?”
She nodded seriously. “Because I cannot attend any event without food.”
The entire room burst into laughter.
Even the jealous maids could not hold it.
Anthony shook his head. “Yes, there will be food.”
She smiled widely. “Then I agree.”
Their wedding was not small.
It was not quiet.
It was not normal.
It was grand, beautiful, filled with people who once whispered and now watched in disbelief.
Ma walked down the aisle not as a maid, but as a queen.
Her creamy dress flowing like royalty, brighter than the chandeliers.
Anthony stood waiting—calm, certain, at peace.
That night, after everything—after the noise, the celebration, the laughter—they returned to the same room.
White. Gold. Beautiful.
But now different.
Because it was no longer empty.
Ma jumped onto the bed dramatically. “Ah, my new office.”
Anthony laughed. “This is your office?”
“Yes. I will be managing this bed full-time.”
He lay beside her, pulling her close softly.
“Stay.”
She looked at him. “I’m not going anywhere.”
That night, Anthony closed his eyes, and sleep came.
Not because of medicine.
Not because of exhaustion.
But because of love.
Real, deep, peaceful love.
The kind that silences storms.
The kind that heals wounds.
The kind that brings a man back to life.
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