THE CEO MARRIED A MAID WITH THREE CHILDREN BY DIFFERENT MEN—BUT WHEN SHE UNDRESSED ON THEIR WEDDING NIGHT, THE MAN TURNED COLD AT WHAT HE SAW!

In a vast mansion in Greenwich, Connecticut, Emily Carter worked as a domestic helper. Twenty-five years old—simple, hardworking, and quiet—she was the favorite maid of Mr. Nathan Carter, a 30-year-old bachelor and CEO of a multinational company. Nathan was kind but strict at work. The only thing he knew about Emily came from the other helpers’ gossip: that Emily was supposedly a “disgraced woman” back in her rural hometown in West Virginia.

Month after month, Emily spent almost her entire salary sending money home. When the staff asked where it went, she would answer, “For Johnny, Paul, and Lily.” So everyone concluded that Emily had three children out of wedlock.

Despite the rumors, Nathan fell for Emily. She cared for people differently. When Nathan caught a severe illness and was hospitalized for two weeks at NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital, Emily never left his side. She wiped him down, fed him, and stayed up all night. Nathan saw the purity of her heart. “I don’t care if she has children,” he told himself. “I’ll love them the way I love her.”

Nathan courted Emily. At first, she refused.
“Sir, you’re from the sky and I’m from the ground. And besides… I have many responsibilities,” she said, head bowed.
But Nathan persisted, showing her he was ready to accept everything. In the end, they became a couple.

It became a huge scandal. Nathan’s mother, Mrs. Margaret Carter, exploded.
“Nathan! Have you lost your mind?! She’s a maid—and she has three children by different men?! Are you turning our mansion into an orphanage?!” she shouted.
His friends mocked him. “Bro, instant dad to three! Good luck with the expenses!”

But Nathan stood by Emily. They married in a simple ceremony. At the altar, Emily cried.
“Sir… Nathan… are you sure? You might regret this.”

“I will never regret it, Emily. I love you and your children,” Nathan replied.

Then came the wedding night—their honeymoon.

They were in the master bedroom. Quiet. Emily was nervous. Nathan gently approached his wife. He was ready to accept everything about her—the scars of yesterday, the stretch marks of pregnancy, every sign of motherhood. To him, those were symbols of sacrifice.

“Emily, don’t be shy. I’m your husband now,” Nathan said tenderly as he touched her shoulder.

Slowly, Emily removed her robe. She lowered the strap of her nightwear.

When Nathan saw his wife’s body, HE TURNED COLD. He froze.