I cleaned his office for eight years — He never knew that I was the mother of the son he had abandoned in high school

I cleaned his office for eight years — He never knew that I was the mother of the son he had abandoned in high school. 😱

I am Maria. For eight years, I cleaned his office without him ever knowing that his greatest failure rested beneath a grave. At 17, I had a child. The father, Alexander Reed, was my classmate, charming and wealthy, but he disappeared as soon as I announced my pregnancy. 😱

His family sent him abroad. My family rejected me. I gave birth alone, behind a midwife’s stall, and I named my son Luca — “What God has written, no one can erase.”

When Luca asked me where his father was, I would answer: “He is far away.” We survived in silence, with prayers and borrowed pillows.

Then, at nine years old, Luca became seriously ill, and I didn’t have the money for his surgery. I held him in my arms, wrapped in his blue blanket, and said goodbye. Alexander Reed.

Years later, I cleaned offices in London. One evening, I saw his name: Mr. Alexander Reed – CEO.

He didn’t recognize me. I continued cleaning, invisible. One day, he asked me, “Maria, did you work in Milan?” Then he laughed: “I had a pregnant girl. She thought I would believe her.”

That night, I left a letter on his desk:
“You don’t remember me, but I remember you every night. You never came, but I cleaned your mistakes.”
I requested a transfer.

Two weeks later, a woman in white knocked on my door… 😱😱😱

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I cleaned his office for eight years — He never knew that I was the mother of the son he had abandoned in high school

 

Two weeks later, a woman knocked on my door. She was wearing a white, elegant, soft dress, and her face reminded me of Alexander Reed’s, but in a more peaceful way.

“Are you Lucia?” she asked.

“Yes, madam.”

“I am Alexander Reed’s older sister.”

I stood frozen, my heart pounding.

I cleaned his office for eight years — He never knew that I was the mother of the son he had abandoned in high school

“He cried when reading your letter. He didn’t know. Our parents told him you had an abortion.”

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and responded, “No. Chidera lived for nine years. He died waiting for his father.”

She stood up and wiped her eyes with a tissue.

“Alexander went to the cemetery. He found your son’s grave. He wants to see you. Not to apologize, but to redeem himself.”

I didn’t know what to say. The weight of her words crushed me. Alexander, that young man I had once known, now carried the weight of guilt on his shoulders. And at that moment, he seemed like a broken man, but a man who wanted to make amends, even if only a little, for what he had left behind.