Is Agatha's husband sleeping with the housemaid?

EPISODE 1: 

BLESSED with a beautiful family of three and graced with almost every good thing that makes life worth living, Agatha couldn’t have wished for anything more than all she already had. She and her husband, Eddy, and their daughter, Sharon own a five-room mansion in an eyebrow area in the city where they manage life admirably. Her daughter attends a school even the high-profile class competes to enrol their wards, and once or twice a year, as a routine, the family would visit any country of choice in Europe to replenish body and soul. Life was indeed good and Agatha's family flaunt it with no apologies.

But Agatha nurses a deep pain. Agatha's demanding banking career, unfortunately, stands in the way of her family life and well-being. She is the Director of Banking Operations at the Head Office of a top-notch bank and her everyday life appears nothing short of hell.

She hungers to be the typical, everyday mom 24/7. She likes to bake cupcakes on a breezy Friday afternoon while she waits for her daughter’s return from school. She loves to share her pictures on Instagram and breathe on Facebook just like every other hippy woman in her class. But all these cravings she can't have as a result of her career's demands. 

In trying to have a balance, Agatha decides to get herself a housemaid to walk in her shadow; someone to take care of her home on her behalf, make the family meals, and particularly, take good care of Sharon and her husband while she is stuck at work.

Her husband readily gives his nod of approval to her request of getting a housemaid; it will be a soothing relief as he always has to help with the chores while she was at work. He runs a flourishing modelling agency from home and he will need his space and time, especially now that his clients are coming in droves. So, after her husband has given his macho approval to her humble request, Agatha brings home her new housemaid a week later.

Now, Ebong, the new housemaid is sumptuously crafted by nature. She is about twenty-seven years old, beautiful, and generously endowed with a dazzling figure, with every component well aligned and perfectly adequate to make a man kneel. If she is Eve, Adam would have munched two more apples. She is barely educated, yet she wears an admirable outward appearance that suggests she is city-bred. Agatha's husband couldn’t help running his eyes all over her as she made for her room on arrival.

For about a year, everything appears perfect and it seems Ebong was worth the find. Agatha would come back from work to a well-run home, a merry Sharon, and a contended husband; all thanks to Ebong. She cooks the meals and takes care of every other thing that is meant to be done in the house. In short, she could be trusted. And to show her appreciation, any time the family goes abroad on holiday, Agatha would buy all her housemaid might need and presents them to her as gifts. She suddenly is not a housemaid anymore but has metamorphosed into a sister figure. Unfortunately, all that is soon about to end.

Agatha comes home early one afternoon and walking into her living room, she feels something quite unusual about the ambience. An empty bottle of Baron and two used wine glasses litter the floor and the sofa appears rumpled. It is a scene well detailed you are certain ''something'' just happened in there. More so, the silence of a house with just a man and a young woman with tempting, nasty lips and curvy hips is like no other silence. So, possible scenarios of all sorts sweep into Agatha’s reasoning frame.

Suddenly, like a wounded soldier who has five seconds to get away from a timed bomb, Agatha takes to the stairs with the speed of a cheetah, hoping to unravel a mystery and flinging her car keys into the waste bin without knowing. Her heels hit hard on the floor tiles, churning out loud knocks like those of a tornado nail being hit by a carpenter's cruel hammer. She rams into the door that leads to her bedroom, turns the doorknob and bang!

There alone in the room is Ebong. She is picking the dirty clothes due for washing, and her boss' sudden emergence has just scared her out of her skin.

Agatha looked around silently and deliberately would not respond to the young lady’s greetings. She looks into the closet, into the wardrobe, everywhere possible but finds nothing. Then she picks on the window that looks down to her daughter’s playground. Sharon was playing, her pet dog, Sweden, next to her. Besides the two best friends is her husband, reading a tabloid.

She runs her eyes all over the playground for anything unusual. Her eyes pick on a ladder resting on the wall by the window. What is the ladder doing by the window? Did Eddy get out of the room using the ladder? Why is the bed ruffled and the pillows not the way she placed them before leaving for work in the morning? And who used the wine glasses?

The questions keep coming in droves until Ebong’s voice interrupts her thoughts; "Auntie, how was work today?" Agatha looked toward her coldly and blasted, ‘Get out!”