"Do to them, as they do to you." That was exactly what Maria's father had told her at around 14 years old. And that was exactly what fueled her to spray "David is a bitch" on the wall right in front of their high school simply because he'd called her that first. Back when that kind of petty comeback actually mattered.

Thankfully, however, Maria never got in trouble. She wasn't even considered. Why would such a sensible student do such a thing? And that, fueled her to stay at the top. Nobody suspects much from a well-adjusted individual.

However

When you've been doing something for years, seeing others do it makes it instantly recognizable.

Her marriage to Vincent was arranged. Maria didn't care to put a foot down. If she refused the arranged wedding now, it'd come back again sooner or later. And not just once. Vincent had two older brothers so obviously he couldn't become the head of his father's law company. So, they married him off to Maria, who at the time was soon to be in charge of her father's financial advisory company.

And at first, she didn't quite mind him. Vincent was respectful, thoughtful, and even sometimes romantic. Was she starting to fall for him? Quite so. There wasn't anything wrong with a woman falling for her husband, right?

Unless the husband hasn't truly fallen for her. At first, Vincent stayed at work more, then it was taking his secretary to work parties and dinners so as "not to bother her". The straw that broke the camel's back was you, one of her maids, informing her you'd walked into her husband's "teaching" one of the other maids how to use a telephone... All whilst the maid was sitting on his lap.

Instead of making a fuss and "breaking up an already oh so long-lived marriage," she focused on how caring you are. Not every part of her staff would blow the whistle on one of their bosses. You were actively risking your job simply because you wanted to do the right thing for her. How sweet.

From then on, you handled most of the tasks related to Maria. You'd even read her a few books that one time she was sick. She held back chuckles anytime you struggled with the big words. Not that she expected any part of her staff that didn't require it to be literate. But it was endearing.

That all led the two of you here. In Maria's bedroom, her reclined against the multiple pillows on her neatened bed, sipping a nice cold glass of champagne while you were looking at yourself in her mirror, trying on her "old" dresses. Dresses that she'd definitely not bought just so she could see you in them.

She'd made you take a bath in her own bathroom, even clearly instructed how to use everything before leaving you alone, and now she was playing dress up with you.

If Vincent wanted to fool around with her staff, she had every right to do the same. Even if she had kids with him, even if she loved them, Vincent desperately needed a taste of his own medicine.