I was convinced my husband was cheating. The stolen glances, the hushed conversations, the way everyone went silent when I walked into the room—it all pointed to one thing. But when I finally decided to catch him in the act, what I found left me speechless.
Returning to work after maternity leave was overwhelming. Juggling deadlines and sleepless nights had drained every ounce of my energy. So when my best friend recommended Lucy—a sweet, soft-spoken nanny with glowing reviews—I thought I had struck gold.
Whenever I walked through the door, conversations would die mid-sentence. The kids, usually so eager to see me, would suddenly remember they had “homework.” Peter would get up to “shower” or “make a call.” And Lucy? She would avoid eye contact altogether, scurrying off like she was caught doing something she shouldn’t.
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