“I PRETENDED TO BE ‘DEAD’ TO TEST THE LOYALTY OF MY SHY HOUSEHELP — BUT WHAT I DISCOVERED… WAS DEEPER THAN MY HEART COULD HANDLE.”
My name is Alejandro Reyes, 41.
CEO.
Wealthy.
Everyone looks up to me—
except for one person:
Lina, my shyest and most loyal househelp.
She is quiet.
Respectful.
Never rude.
She doesn’t speak unless necessary.
And in the two years she has worked in my house in Quezon City…
she has never once looked me directly in the eyes.
But there is something different about her—
a kind of goodness I could never explain.
And because I had been hurt many times by people who only pretended to be kind,
a question kept haunting me:
Was she truly loyal?
Or was everything just an act?
That was when I came up with a plan
I never should have made.
THE DECEPTION I THOUGHT WOULD BE SIMPLE
I prepared the plan for a full week.
I would pretend to have a heart attack.
Pretend to collapse.
Pretend I stopped breathing.
I wanted to see her real reaction.
I wanted to know if she would take care of me…
or run away like almost everyone else.
Grief?
Fear?
Calling for help?
Or…
nothing at all?
One afternoon, I finally did it.
I lay down on the living room floor—
motionless, silent.
And I waited for Lina to come in.
THE REACTION I NEVER EXPECTED
When she opened the door,
she took off her slippers as usual,
quietly sweeping the floor.
But when she saw me lying there…
The broom fell from her hands.
She ran toward me.
Dropped to her knees.
And before I could even react,
her tears fell onto my cheek.
I couldn’t handle it.
The tears were real.
The fear was real.
Her trembling voice was real.
Lina:
“Sir… sir… please not now…
please don’t leave me… please…”
She sobbed like a frightened child.
She didn’t call me “Mr. Reyes” like she always did—
just Sir,
filled with pain, fear, and pleading.
And maybe…
that should have been the moment I told her the truth.
But I didn’t.
I wanted to see what she would do next.
THE TRUTH THAT SHOOK ME TO MY CORE
She called an ambulance—
her hands shaking.
Running back and forth around the house,
not knowing where to find strength.
She held my hand.
And she spoke softly.
Lina:
“If only you knew, sir…
how kind you’ve always been to me, even when I couldn’t say it.
If only you knew how much I…
value you.”
And then—
My heart started pounding hard.
Not because of pain…
but because of her.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I didn’t want to see her break because of my lie.
So slowly,
I opened my eyes.
THE SHOCK THAT SILENCED HER
Me: “L-Lina…?”
Lina (stumbling back): “S-Sir? You’re alive?! You’re alive!”
She ran away—
embarrassed, shaking, her face red,
as if she were about to faint.
Me: “Lina! Wait!”
I caught up with her in the kitchen.
She was leaning against the refrigerator,
holding her chest, gasping for air.
Me: “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done this.”
Lina: “Sir… why did you deceive me?”
Me: “I wanted to know if you were… real.”
Lina: “I am real, sir.
I’m human.
I get hurt. I get scared.
And yes… I have feelings.”
I looked at her.
Me: “What… feelings?”
Lina (closing her eyes, turning away):
“The feeling that… I don’t want to lose you.”
And in that moment,
the world stopped.
Me—
a man who had never cried over any woman—
now standing before the one woman
I had avoided looking at for months
because I was afraid of my own feelings.
WHAT TRULY HELD MY HEART CAPTIVE
I stepped closer.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Me:
“Lina… if only you knew…
you are the first person who ever showed me kindness without asking for anything in return.”
She looked at me—
And there I saw the secret she had hidden for two years:
Love.
Care.
A heart afraid of being hurt.
Me:
“I never wanted to hurt you.
But you woke me up.
You brought back the heartbeat
of a heart that had been dead for a long time.”
She took a deep breath.
Tears fell.
Lina:
“Sir… please don’t say those things
if you don’t truly mean them.”
Me:
“I do.
And from today on…
I don’t want you to call me ‘Sir’ anymore.”
She shook her head, smiling.
Lina:
“Then what should I call you?”
I stepped closer and held her cold hand.
Me:
“Alejandro.”
And then…
she laughed for the first time.
And then…
I finally surrendered.
EPILOGUE — THE LIE THAT LED TO THE TRUTH
Today, it’s been one year since we’ve been together.
She is no longer my househelp.
She is the one beside me at every dinner,
every conversation,
every new beginning.
Sometimes she asks me:
Lina:
“If you hadn’t tested me back then…
would you have ever known the truth?”
Me:
“No.
And thank God…
I tested you—
because that’s how I found the woman
who would fix my life.”
And me?
I no longer pretend to be dead.
Because because of her—
I truly learned how to live again.
