PART 3: The CEO married a maid with three children

In a huge mansion in Greenwich, Connecticut, Emily Carter worked as a housekeeper. She was twenty-five years old: unassuming, hardworking, and quiet. She was the favorite maid of Mr. Nathan Carter, a thirty-year-old bachelor and CEO of a multinational corporation. Nathan was kind, but strict at work. The only thing he knew about Emily came from the gossip of the other staff: that, supposedly, Emily had been a “loose woman” in her rural West Virginia town.

Month after month, Emily sent almost her entire salary home. When the staff asked her where that money went, she replied, “To Johnny, Paul, and Lily.” So everyone concluded that Emily had three children out of wedlock.

Despite the rumors, Nathan fell in love with Emily. She cared for people in a different way. When Nathan fell gravely ill and was hospitalized for two weeks at NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital, Emily never left his side. She bathed him, fed him, and spent entire nights awake. Nathan saw the purity of her heart. “I don’t care if she has children,” he told himself. “I will love them as I love her.”

Nathan courted Emily. At first, she refused.

“Sir, you come from heaven and I come from earth. And besides… I have many responsibilities,” she said, her head bowed.

But Nathan persisted, showing her that he was ready to accept everything. In the end, they became a couple.

This caused a huge scandal. Nathan’s mother, Mrs. Margaret Carter, erupted.

“Nathan! Have you lost your mind? She’s a servant… and she has three children by different men! Are you going to turn our mansion into an orphanage?” she screamed.

His friends mocked him.

“Brother, instant dad of three! Good luck with the expenses!”

But Nathan stood firm by Emily’s side. They married in a simple ceremony. At the altar, Emily wept.

“Sir… Nathan… are you sure? You might regret this.”

“I’ll never regret it, Emily. I love you and your children,” Nathan replied.

Then came their wedding night: their honeymoon.

They were in the master bedroom. Silent. Emily was nervous. Nathan gently approached his wife. He was ready to accept everything about her: the scars of yesterday, the stretch marks from pregnancy, any sign of motherhood. To him, they were symbols of sacrifice.

“Emily, don’t be shy. I’m your husband now,” Nathan said tenderly as he touched her shoulder.

Slowly, Emily took off her robe. She lowered the strap of her nightgown.

When Nathan saw his wife’s body, HE FROZEN. It froze.

To be continued in the comments