The girl my husband hired as a maid was his mistress, I still happily assigned her to do only this one task every day, and after a week, she got scared and left…
It all started one evening in Mumbai, when my husband – Rajesh – came home, his voice polite but somewhat urgent:

– “Honey, you must be tired these days, the house is big. I’m planning to hire a maid. She was introduced by a friend, she works very hard.”

I glanced at the girl’s photo: young, white skin, sharp face, mischievous eyes. I smiled:

– “Yes, you decide.”

But in my heart, I understood everything. Just by chance, I saw a text message between the two of them calling each other “I love you – good girl”, I knew she was his mistress.

But I wasn’t jealous, nor did I make a fuss. I still welcomed her into the house politely, even saying:

– “I’m very tired, our house is big, the maid can do everything as you wish, but be especially careful about the laundry. I always want everything clean.”

The first day passed peacefully. But on the 5th day, I started to hear her calling Rajesh in a low voice, her voice trembling:

On the 6th day, I sat on the sofa, sipping hot Masala tea, watching from afar without doing anything. She pulled Rajesh out to the balcony, her voice trembling:

– “You… I can’t stand it anymore! She… she deliberately made me do horrible things…wash dirty things. It was all covered in disgusting things. Why did you make me do those things? I’m…your lover!”

I heard it clearly, the corners of my lips curled up slightly.

Rajesh tried to reassure her:

– “You try, I’m planning to…”

But obviously, the pride of a “high-class” mistress did not allow her to lower herself to be a maid in the main wife’s house.

On the morning of the 7th day, I woke up, looked around the room: her suitcase had disappeared. Rajesh grimaced, confusedly making up excuses:

– “The maid has urgent work, so… let’s quit.”

I shrugged nonchalantly:

– “Yeah, then find someone else. But remember not to get to know her anymore, it’s tiring!”

From then on, Rajesh did not dare to bring any more “acquainted maids” home. I also did not need to be jealous, just a little trick was enough to make those who revealed their true nature and leave.

The ending for men who like to “keep a mistress in the house” and greedy girls who want to take the place of others – both do not last long.

After the mistress left, the atmosphere in the house was still quiet as if nothing had happened. Rajesh was confused, sometimes trying to avoid his wife Ananya’s eyes.

But Ananya remained calm as if nothing had happened, continuing to manage the house, cooking, doing laundry and taking care of the children. She did not yell or scold her husband, but every action was like a reminder: who really holds the position in this family.

In the early days, Rajesh tried to find excuses to explain, promising to change.

But Ananya was just quiet: once she gave her husband a paper with a “clear list of housework and responsibilities”.

Every time Rajesh tried to “bend the rules” or asked someone outside to help with the housework, Ananya would gently ask:

“Do you think she can do better than me?”

Those words shocked Rajesh, realizing that the person he once looked down on was now the most important and trustworthy person.

Ananya used her intelligence and patience, not jealousy or scolding, to let her husband’s power-hungry and mistresses reveal their true nature.

She did not sabotage or take revenge, but simply let them reveal their weakness and irrationality.

Thanks to that, the house returned to peace, the children saw their mother as strong, steadfast, and no longer afraid.

Rajesh gradually learned to respect Ananya: from cooking, taking care of the children to managing the finances in the house.

He realized that love and family are not about power or intrigue, but about trust and companionship.

Ananya is still cheerful, hard-working, and sometimes teases:

“Remember, if you still plan to bring someone home to be a maid, ask me first.”

That sentence was both serious and humorous, making Rajesh only laugh shyly.

A few months later:

Ananya is still the breadwinner, managing the house and taking care of the children, but also runs a cooking and housekeeping class for young women in Mumbai.

Rajesh learns to share and help his wife without seeing it as a burden.

The house is peaceful, the children are taught to love and respect, and Ananya becomes a model of a modern woman, strong but not lacking in grace and tact.

The story ends with the image:

Ananya stands in front of the kitchen, her eyes gentle but determined, next to Rajesh who is smiling happily.

She tells herself: “A woman who knows how to use wisdom and patience is the winner in her own life.