Chapter 1

On our sixth wedding anniversary, I discovered that the elite nanny I paid a hundred thousand dollars a year for was tutoring my housekeeper's granddaughter.

The security footage from our living room showed everything clearly.

Clara, our high-end nanny, was sitting on my sofa, holding an iPad. On the screen was the face of a four-year-old girl.

She was reading an English picture book to the child, her voice warmer than it ever was when she spoke to my son.

I screenshotted the video and sent it to my husband, Ethan.

Three minutes later, he replied, "In a meeting. Let's talk tonight."

At eleven o'clock that night, he finally came home. Seeing me sitting in the living room, wide awake, his first reaction was to frown.

"What is it this time?"

I slid my phone across the coffee table. "Whose child is that?"

Ethan glanced at it. His expression didn't change at all. He picked up my phone, deleted the screenshot, and tossed the phone back onto the table.

"Clara took that side job on her own. It has nothing to do with me."

"Who pays her salary? We pay her a hundred thousand dollars a year. Without her employer's permission, would she really have the guts to do that?"

He remained silent.

Then, the front door lock clicked.

Someone was entering our home, typing in the passcode from the outside.

A young woman walked in, holding a little girl's hand.

The woman wore a Chanel tweed jacket, her makeup flawless. The little girl had two neat braids and was clutching a plush toy.

Seeing me, the woman froze for a second, then turned her eyes to Ethan. "Babe, hasn't she moved out yet?"

The little girl looked up at Ethan, let go of the woman's hand, and ran toward him. "Daddy!"

Ethan's face went completely pale.

I leaned back against the sofa, suddenly finding the whole situation hilariously absurd.

The elite nanny I hired for a hundred thousand dollars a year was actually working as a private tutor for my husband's mistress's child.

Talk about getting your money's worth.