MISTER’S GIRL DIDN’T KNOW THAT I OWNED THE LUXURY RESORT WHERE HE HUMILIATED ME — SO WHEN SHE DEMANDED “VIP TREATMENT”, I GAVE HER THE “SPECIAL SERVICE” THAT SHE WOULDN’T FORGET

I am Valerie. A simple housewife in the eyes of my husband Gary. What he doesn’t know is that before we got married, I owned The Grand Horizon Beach Resort in Batangas. I inherited it from my grandmother and chose to hide my wealth so that I could see if Gary would truly love me.

But I was wrong.

One weekend, Gary said goodbye saying that he had a “Seminar” at the office. In fact, he brought his girlfriend Nicole to MY resort.

I happened to be there for a surprise inspection. I was wearing only a t-shirt, shorts, and slippers while sweeping the garden to observe the staff’s work.

I saw them. Holding hands. Nicole, in a bikini and shades, who would you guess who the actress is.

“Babe,” Nicole said artfully to Gary. “This is beautiful! Are you sure we can afford this?”

“Of course,” Gary replied. “I took Valerie’s credit card. She won’t know about this. She’s an idiot.”

My insides trembled. She even used my card?!

They approached the front desk. Nicole saw me sweeping near them. She stared at me from head to toe.

“Excuse me,” Nicole called to me. “Ma’am Janitress! Please carry my bag. It’s heavy.”

I just looked at her. I didn’t move.

“What! Are you deaf?!” Nicole shouted. “Gary, look at your staff! They’re lazy! Go complain to the Manager!”

Gary turned pale when he saw me. His eyes widened. “V-Valerie?!”

“Do you know that maid, Babe?” Nicole asked.

I smiled at them. A smile mixed with venom.

“Hi, Gary,” I greeted. “Enjoying the seminar?”

“Valerie! What are you doing here?!” Gary shouted in a whisper, already sweating. “Are you following me?!”

“Don’t change the subject!” Nicole shouted. “Is she your wife? Hahaha! That’s why you found someone else, Gary. She looks like a maid here!”

Nicole turned to the Receptionist.

“Miss!” Nicole shouted. “I want you to send this woman away. I don’t want bad vibes on our vacation. And I want the Presidential Suite. The most expensive one. Right now!”

The Receptionist looked at me. I saw the fear in my employee’s eyes. I nodded slightly—a signal that they should just take this woman’s trip.

“Okay, Ma’am,” the Receptionist said. “We’ll take you to the Special VIP Area.”

Nicole was overjoyed. “See? That’s how it should be. VIP Treatment.”

The Security Guards took them to the back of the resort. I went with them.

“Wait,” Nicole said as they walked away from the beautiful villas. “Why are we going here to the parking lot? Where is the Presidential Suite?”

We stopped in front of the exit gate.

That’s where I spoke.

“This is your VIP Area,” I said loudly.

“What does this mean?!” Nicole shouted. “I wanna speak to the Manager! Or better yet, the Owner!”

Suddenly the General Manager of the resort came out. He was wearing a suit.

The Manager bowed in front of me. “Good afternoon, Ma’am Valerie.”

Nicole was stunned. “Huh?”

“Ma’am Valerie,” the Manager said. “The termination papers for Sir Gary’s membership are ready. And we have also blocked all the cards in your name that they use.”

I looked at Nicole who now felt as if cold water had been poured over her.

“Miss Nicole,” I said as I took off my shades. “I’m not a janitor. I’m the Owner of the resort you’re stepping on. The land you’re standing on, the water you’re drinking, and the air you’re breathing here… It’s all MINE.”

“And you, Gary,” I turned to my husband. “Are you saying I’m stupid? The stupid one is the one who used his wife’s credit card to treat his girlfriend to a resort owned by his wife.”

“V-Valerie… Please… Let me explain…” Gary knelt down.

“Guards,” I ordered.

“Yes, Ma’am Owner!” the five security guards answered in unison.

“Get these two scumbags out. Ban them for life. And make sure they don’t even bring a towel from my resort.”

“Let me go!” Nicole shouted as the guard dragged her away. “Valerie! We’re not done yet!”

“We’re done,” I replied as I turned my back. “And Gary? Don’t go home. I’ve changed the locks on the house.”

I watched them being thrown out the gate like stray dogs. No car (because the car was in my name and I confiscated the keys), no money (because the cards were blocked), and no place to stay.

I went back to the Lobby.

“Manager,” I said.

“Yes, Ma’am Valerie?”

“Give a bonus to all the staff who saw the scene earlier. Job well done.”

The employees applauded. And me? I ordered a cocktail, sat at my favorite spot on the beach, and watched the sunset alone—but freely.