I never imagined the day would come when I would get married — especially to a man from the Harrison family. Back then, I was just a simple maid in their mansion. I washed dishes, made beds, and cleaned the floors while they sat in their luxurious chairs. But one unexpected moment changed everything.

Ethan Harrison — the only son of the owners of the Harrison Group of Companies — was someone I often noticed sitting quietly to the side. He was always staring out the window, rarely smiling, and there was often sadness in his eyes. Whenever I brought him coffee or bread, he would simply say, “Thank you, Mia,” with a smile that felt slightly forced.

Then one night, I saw him crying in the garden. I didn’t know what to do, but I walked closer.

“Sir Ethan… are you okay?” I asked gently.

He looked at me, surprised, but he didn’t send me away. Instead, he said, “Sometimes, the question ‘Are you okay?’ feels better when it comes from someone who truly means it.”

From then on, we talked more often. Slowly, without realizing it, I found myself falling for him. But I knew it was impossible for us to be together — he was a Harrison, and I was just a maid.

So when his parents told me they wanted me to become Ethan’s wife, I was so shocked I almost fell off my chair.

“Why me?” I whispered.

The lady of the house simply smiled. “There are things you don’t need to know yet, Mia. But one day, you’ll understand.”

The wedding was simple yet elegant. Everything seemed golden. But behind my smile was nervousness — and a quiet fear. Ethan remained silent throughout the ceremony, as if there was a heavy weight on his heart.

After the wedding, they brought me to a mansion — the mansion that the Harrison family had given to me as a gift. It was worth $2 million. For someone like me who had never owned a home, it felt like a dream.