BOSS, CHILLED AT THE SIGHT, FIRST NIGHT WITH THE MAID WHO MARRIED “I THOUGHT YOU HAD THREE CHILDREN
At a large mansion in Alabang, Maya enters the room. Twenty-five years old, simple, hardworking, and quiet. He is the favorite assistant of Sir Lance, the 30-year-old bachelor and CEO of a multinational company. Lance was a nice guy, but he was hard at work. All he knew about Maya was the story of another aide: that Maya was a “disaster” in the province. On a monthly basis, Maya had to pay her rent to send it to the province. When asked by another staffer, he replied, “For Junjun, Popoy, and Kring-kring.” So the conclusion of it all—Maya had three children by the time she was a virgin.
Despite this gossip, Lance fell in love with Maya. Maya was a different person. When Lance was diagnosed with dengue and confined for two weeks, Maya was the one who didn’t leave his side. He was the one who washed, fed, and watched. Lance looked at the girl’s heart. “I don’t care if she has a child,” Lance said to himself. “I will love them as much as I love him.”
Lance nodded to Maya. At first, Maya didn’t like it. “Heavens, I am on earth. And then… “I have a lot of responsibilities,” he said with a shrug. Lance, however, was persistent. He felt that he was ready to accept everything. In the end, they became.
It became a major scandal. Lance’s mother, Doña Consuelo, passed away. “Launch! Have you ever been nervous?! Are you sure you have 3 kids with different kids?! “You’re just going to have to forgive us!” the man yelled. Her friends laughed at her. “Daddy, you’re a three-year-old!” Good luck with the cost!”
But Lance stood up for Maya. They got married in a simple ceremony. Maya cried at the altar, “Sir… Launch… Are you sure? You might regret it.”
“I’ll never regret it, Maya. “I love you and your kids,” Lance said.
The wedding night arrived. Their “honeymoon.”
They were in the master bedroom. Silence. Maya was worried. Lance nodded slowly towards his wife. She was ready to accept everything from Maya—the scars of yesterday, the stretch marks of pregnancy, all the signs of motherhood. To him, they were a symbol of sacrifice.
“Maya, don’t be ashamed. “I’m your wife,” Lance said softly as he patted Maya’s shoulder.
Maya nodded slowly. He lowered the strap of his sleeper.
When Lance saw his wife’s body, he froze. He was stunned.
Kinis. There is no blemish. There are no stretch marks on the abdomen. There is no evidence that she gave birth to a single child, let alone three times. Maya’s body resembled that of a pregnant woman.
“What?” asked Lance in surprise. “I thought… “I thought you had three children?”
Maya nodded. Shaking. He grabbed his bedside bag and pulled out an old photo album and a death certificate.
“Launch… Forgive me if I didn’t explain right away. I’m afraid that if people find out the truth, they’ll flirt with me and leave me when they find out I’m alive.”
Maya opened the album. It was a photograph of a burned-out house and three small children crying in front of two coffins
“Junjun, Popoy, and Kring-kring…” Maya taught the children as tears flowed. “I’m not your son, Lance. They are my nieces and nephews. They are the sons of my sister and her husband.”
Lance was confused. “Where’s Your Sister?”
“Five years ago,” Maya began, sobbing, “Our house in the province burned down. My sister and my brother were among those who were burned. They both died while trying to get the three children out of the window. “I’m the only one left, Lance. I was their only aunt. When I was young, I was 20 years old, full of dreams. But when I saw my nieces and nephews empty, I made a promise in front of my sister’s coffin.”
“I said, ‘Mom, I’ll take care of it. I will never abandon them. I will be their mother and father.”
Maya looked over at Lance. “That’s why I came in as a helper. I can tolerate being called a “disaster” by your neighbors and other helpers. I let them think they’re my son so guys just want to play with me away from me. “I don’t want to get married, Lance. Because I don’t want my nieces and nephews to share my attention and money. I have dedicated my whole life to them.”
“I don’t have any children, Lance. I gave my virginity and my youth for the children who did not come out of my womb, but came out of my heart.”
The room was silent. It was as if Lance’s world had come to a halt.
The woman he thought had a “dark past” was actually an angel. What he thought was the “woman with the hanger” was a woman with the greatest heart he had ever met. Maya endured persecution, called “pokpok” or “malandi” in the province, just to protect and feed the orphaned nephews.
Lance knelt down in front of Maya. She hugged her husband’s waist and cried. She cried in shame because even she, in the back of her mind, had once thought that Maya was a “waste.” She cried out in pity and in awe.
“Please forgive me, Maya,” Lance cried. “Forgive us for judging you. You’re so good. You have such a beautiful heart. I don’t deserve you.”
Maya nodded at Lance’s face. “You’re the only one who accepts me, Lance, even though you think I have a lot of children. You are the only one who truly loves me.”
“And I’ll love them too,” Lance promised firmly. “Tomorrow we will follow them. We’re going to bring them here. They no longer live in the area. I will be their father. And you… You will be the happiest mother in the world.”
The next day, Doña Consuelo and Lance’s friends were surprised when the couple arrived with three children. They thought they were “outsiders.”
But when Lance spoke in front of the family, everyone bowed their heads.
“I introduce you to my wife’s nieces and nephews. The kids are the reason she’s the bravest girl I’ve ever met. Maya has no children, Mom. But she was a mother in thought, word, and deed. I am honored to be his wife.”
Doña Consuelo knew the whole story. The poor mother burst into tears and hugged Maya. “Sorry, Daughter. I was wrong about you.”
Since then, the family has been intact. Lance legally adopted three children. They also had their own children with Maya. But in Maya and Lance’s hearts, their eldest is the three angels who tested and solidified their love.
This story proves that:
Don’t Judge. We think that a person’s dirt might be the gold of their character.
Motherhood is not just about blood. It is about sacrifice and nurturing.
True love is accepted. Lance embraced Maya when he thought she was having a child, and that opened the door for greater grace.