It was our third year of marriage when I finally found out I was pregnant. I could barely contain my excitement. I spent hours preparing a homemade meal, eager to surprise my husband at his office with the best news of our lives. But the moment I stepped inside, his secretary, who clearly didn’t recognize me, mistook me for a home-wrecker. She yanked the meal from my hands, splattered it all over me, and ripped my clothes off in a frenzy. Amid the chaos, I bled and... lost the baby. "A maid like you thinks she can seduce Mr. Johnson? You even think you could have his child?" she hissed, her voice dripping with disgust. "Let me show you what happens to a home-wrecker’s baby!" With a wicked grin, she rushed to report to my husband, almost giddy with her cruelty. "Mr. Johnson," she purred, "I took care of that maid who thought she could get pregnant by you. So, what’s my reward for handling this little problem?"