. The Maid Who Sang His Dead Wife’s Song… Then The Billionaire Realized She Was Never Gone
The boys were holding onto the maid as if they were terrified someone would take her away.
She sat on the cold dining room floor, still wearing her black-and-white uniform, her face buried in her trembling hands as tears slipped through her fingers. The two little boys clung tightly to her shoulders, both wearing matching white pajamas, refusing to let go.
Andrew stopped the moment he stepped through the doorway.
His tuxedo was still flawless. His appearance was still the image of wealth and control.
But his expression was different.
His face tightened with disbelief and anger.
“Why are my sons calling you ‘Mom’?”
The maid slowly looked up.
Her eyes were swollen and red from crying, her lips trembling as she tried to find the right words.
Before she could speak, the woman in the blue silk dress rushed forward and grabbed Andrew’s arm.
“Andrew, please,” she said quickly, forcing a calm expression. “She’s been filling their heads with nonsense. She’s just a maid.”
The older boy immediately turned around, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“No!” he cried, his voice breaking. “She’s more like Mommy than anyone else!”
The room went silent.
“She sings the same song,” the boy whispered through his sobs. “The same one Mommy used to sing when we were scared.”
Andrew froze.
The younger boy wiped his nose with his sleeve and looked at him with innocent, tear-filled eyes.
“The song Mommy sang before bedtime,” he whispered. “The one she said would always keep us safe.”
The maid covered her mouth.
Her shoulders shook as another wave of emotion overwhelmed her.
“I shouldn’t have come here,” she whispered. “I only wanted to…”
Her voice disappeared.
For the first time, Andrew’s anger began to fade.
His eyes moved slowly from the boys to the maid’s trembling hands.
Then he saw it.
A small scar on her wrist.
A scar he knew.
A scar that belonged to the night his wife died in the fire three years ago.
The woman in the blue dress tightened her grip on his arm.
“Don’t listen to her,” she warned. “She’s manipulating them.”
But Andrew was no longer looking at her.
The entire room seemed to disappear.
His eyes stayed locked on the maid as if he was seeing a ghost standing in front of him.
His voice came out barely above a whisper.
“Finish the song.”
The maid immediately shook her head, tears filling her eyes.
“Please… don’t make me.”
Andrew stepped closer.
His face had lost all color.
“Finish it.”
The maid looked at the two boys.
She saw the same eyes.
The same innocent faces she had protected for years.
Then, with a broken voice, she sang the final line of the lullaby.
The moment the words left her lips…
Andrew stopped breathing.
Because only one person in the entire world knew that song.
Only one woman had ever sung it to him.
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His wife.
The woman he buried three years ago.
