Unexpected Recollections: The Maid’s Revenge and a Shared Past

Young Maid Takes Revenge on the Guest until He Finds out That They Have Already Met Once

At her mother’s urging, Eva unwillingly contacts her estranged father; nevertheless, he ignores her until years later, when things are reversed.

Eva sat next to her mother’s hospital bed, looking at the pale, emaciated body under the thin red blanket and ironed linens. Alma, her mother, had scars on her skin from chemotherapy, and she wore a silk cap.

“Eva?” The quiet was broken by Alma’s feeble voice.

Eva said, “Sorry, Mom,” while keeping her gaze focused on the blood infusion leak.

“What were you thinking about?” Holding a magazine, Alma posed the question.

“Not a thing. All of it,” groaned Eva. “How do you feel?”

“As if a bus or train ran over me,” winced Alma after laughing.”

Eva? Feeling her daughter’s uneasiness at her frequent death jokes, Alma implored, “Talk to me.”

“Do you think you’ll get better?” Eva inquired.

Alma comforted her, “I’m going to try,” as she turned the pages of the magazine.

Eva brought Alma some water when she started to cough. “Why don’t you rest, and we can talk tomorrow?”

Alma urged, “No, let’s talk now,” as she opened the magazine to a page featuring a man in a little shot and a fashion designer.

“Who is he?” Eva looked more closely and asked.

“That’s your father,” Alma disclosed. “At home, I have more pictures. Eva, I don’t think he meant to leave you, but he did leave me.”

“No, he left us both,” Eva said sternly.

Alma urged her, “You need to find him, honey, if I don’t make it.” Eva, you’re just sixteen. I must know that you will be secure.”

Eva reluctantly consented to ensure her mother’s comfort. She masked her hesitancy and said, “Okay, we’ll try to connect with him.” “You must take a nap. When we get home, we’ll speak more.

Alma gave a slender smile. “But Eva, you resemble me exactly. You are mine alone.”

These were the times Eva treasured, when she truly knew how much her mother loved her. Other than when she had to include her father, Oscar, in the family tree for school projects, she hardly ever thought about him. The two of them made up the entirety of their lives.

After Alma received the transfusion, the nurse suggested that they let her relax. Seated in a chair, Eva noticed her mother’s cheeks were starting to show a hint of color again. She took the magazine off Alma’s side and turned pages.

Eva saw pictures of Oscar there with another woman, a well-known designer named Nora. She wondered if Nora was aware of her existence as she thought back on their life together. Oscar and Nora have already tied the knot.

Eva later took a seat with her laptop next to Alma on the couch at home.

“Do you want me to write the email?” Alma questioned haltingly.

Eva gave a nod. “Tell me what to say.”

“Just say who you are, and maybe give our home address for proof,” Alma said.

Eva paused, her hands hovering above the illuminated keyboard. “Are you sure about this, Mom?”

Alma gave a nod. “It will give me peace.”

Eva started to type Oscar’s email. She wrote, “Hi Oscar,” as she followed her mother’s narration, even though she found the formality of it all difficult.

“Maybe we should just get right to the point,” Eva proposed. “About why we’re reaching out and the urgency.”

Alma concurred, bringing up her health and the necessity for Oscar to comprehend their predicament.

Eva typed, trembling a little, “We’re not looking for sympathy; it’s an urgent situation. Whatever he decides, we’ll be alright.”

Alma comforted Eva after writing the email, saying, “You have me no matter what.” All the time.”

A few months later, Eva was feeling her mother’s absence as she stood by herself in a foster home. Oscar had only responded briefly, providing a phone number. But she never received a response when she called.

Eva thought back to how she had kept tabs on Oscar’s activities on social media and shared her views with her mother. When they learned that Oscar was in France, she questioned, “Do you think Oscar eats snails now?”

Alma chuckled. “The old Oscar wouldn’t, but who knows now.”

Eva’s yearning for a relationship grew after Alma died. She hoped Oscar would get in touch with her, provide her a feeling of community and a connection to her mother.

Eva unpacked in her new foster home, her moves effortless. In sharp contrast to the temporary hostel she’d initially been put in, the room was decent.

Oscar wasn’t the one who chimed on Eva’s phone. A wave of disappointment overcame her.

Mrs. Duncan, her foster mother, gave her an update. Dinner is prepared. When you’re ready, come.

Eva said, “Thank you, Mrs. Duncan,” wishing she could address her as “Mom.” But teenagers like her were not adopted by most homes.

After two years…

In just two years, Eva had gone through three foster homes. Upon turning eighteen, she eventually made the decision to take matters into her own hands and used the inheritance that Alma had left her to purchase an apartment for herself. She worked as a hotel maid to help make ends meet. In an effort to obtain a better profession, Eva was also studying online for other tests. She obviously lacked the funds to enroll in college.

Beth, her manager, told her one day that renowned designer Nora had arrived. Eva was given the twelfth floor room, which included the room next to hers.

Eva checked Nora’s Instagram after eating breakfast in the staff dining area and saw that Oscar had gone with her. She was terrified at the prospect of seeing her father, but she also knew that this was her one chance to exact revenge on him.

Eva later saw Nora and Oscar entering the hotel as she was getting ready to use the service elevator. As they passed, she heard what they were talking about. Eva got an idea when Beth offered for her to go upstairs.

After entering Nora’s room, Eva thought of ways to ruin her father’s life. She made the decision to ruin his and Nora’s relationship by hiding her underwear beneath a pillow and making sure some of the material was still visible.

She heard the door open just as she was finishing her plan, so she hurried to hide beneath the bed. Oscar and Nora came in and said sweet nothings to each other. Eva listened to their private moments above her with growing contempt.

“Ah, sweetheart. At last, you’re back. I really missed you!” Oscar spoke, his voice brimming with passion.

Eva heard him plant a kiss on her. Now they were lying on the bed.

Nora abruptly confronted Oscar after finding the hidden underpants in the hotel room.

“What is this, Oscar?” Nora enquired.

Oscar answered, “I don’t know,” sidestepping the subject with a kiss.

“These are not mine!” With a cry, Nora leaped from the bed.

“Give me a break, Nora!” Oscar uttered those words defensively. “I swear I’m not lying!”

Nora disclosed that she had decided to surprise him by postponing a work trip. Just as he had left his ex-wife for her, she accused him of cheating on her. From her hiding place, Eva watched, hoping that Nora would not be so quick to forgive him.

Nora kept hurling things about the room to vent her rage. Oscar stood up for himself and said it was only a coincidence.

Oscar reassured Nora that he would never cheat on her, and she began to soften in tone as she thanked him for everything.

Eva couldn’t let Oscar off the hook, so she used an anonymous Pinterest image to send him a scandalous message on his phone. Oscar wouldn’t recognize her because her number was new.

Nora heard his phone ping on the table behind her, and she reached for it right away. When she saw the message, she became enraged. Oscar attempted to clarify, but Nora saw the message as evidence of his adultery.

When Nora tripped over an earring during an argument with Oscar, Eva freaked out. She was afraid they would discover her beneath the bed.

Nora bent over and reached beneath the bed to get her earring. Eva’s heart pounded.

Fortunately, though, someone knocked on the door. The voice continued to enrage Nora, “HOUSEKEEPING!”

“Oh great!” Saying that, Nora opened the door. “Because we have some trash that we need to throw away.”

Eva saw Oscar’s legs emerge from the bedroom, trailed by a furious Nora.

“Nora, let’s just talk about this. It needs to be explained in some way. Please, Nora, return.”

Eva finally sighed with relief when she heard the door close. She hurried out of the room after emerging from under the bed. She had no idea that Nora and Oscar would be back shortly.

She took off her name tag and disposed of it outside the room in the cleaning cart. She was aware that everything would lead to her if they conducted an investigation; Beth would disclose that Eva had been given the go-ahead. Eva was aware that she would have to look for a new employment, but for some reason, it was worthwhile.

Oscar had to have his just desserts. Eva knew she had enough cash to last her until she got a new career, so she was sure she could exist without this one.

After three months.

Eva was studying when her father, Oscar, who had been absent for a while, appeared at her door.

With caution, she said, “What do you want?” Upon glancing over his entire body, she understood why he was there.

“I recall thinking to myself as you passed by that day at the hotel that you reminded me of my Alma. After then, I located you…I apologize for missing out on witnessing your growth, but…look!”

Oscar apologized for his absence and proposed that they mend their relationship while giving her an old, faded picture of the two of them.

In an attempt to make up for all the things he missed out on as a father, he also said he was broke and that he could really use her house to live in.

“So basically, you’re here because you’re homeless!” Eva spoke rigidly.

“No, Eva, please. My Alma, where are you? Permit me to speak with her.”

Eva disclosed that she had been ill after his departure, and eventually, her illness claimed her mother. Eva became irate and informed him she didn’t want to hear his tale before shutting the door.

Oscar knocked, apologized once again, and demanded payment.

Eva proceeded to the hallway table where she kept her wallet and removed some cash, but as she closed it, she saw something strange.

It was the earring she had taken months before and hidden. The hotel earring that Nora had on. Eva took it up.

She gave Oscar the earring rather than cash. She scoffed at him and slammed the door in his face, saying, “Goodbye forever, Oscar!”

There was calm behind the closed door for Eva. Now that she was free of the awful things that had destroyed her past, she could finally take charge of her own life.