Chapter 4

I kept scrolling down until I finally hit an unfiltered selfie showing her full face.

Even through the heavy layers of beauty filters, I recognized her in a heartbeat.

Hailey Vance. My daughter’s lead teacher at the early learning center.

It had been Logan who originally insisted on enrolling our daughter there. His excuse at the time was that he knew how desperately I wanted to return to my career.

He claimed a coworker had recommended the center, that it was top-tier, and that our daughter could stay there full-time until she started kindergarten.

Back then, I was moved to tears. I thought Logan was truly being supportive, considerate, and encouraging of my professional ambitions.

On our daughter’s first day, Logan and I had walked her in together.

I had been nervous about our toddler crying from separation anxiety, so Hailey had kindly stepped forward, offering to share her private contact info with me so she could send real-time video updates throughout the day.

I had ended up declining, but the fact that she hadn't tried to exchange numbers with Logan made me trust her completely.

I even praised her to Logan on the car ride home, saying how professional she was and how she clearly respected personal boundaries.

Logan had smugly taken the credit: "Your husband picked the place, didn't he? Of course it's top-notch, and the staff is obviously great."

Looking back now, the two of them had played me for a total fool.

Swallowing the bile rising in my throat, I kept digging through her feed.

Then, I found the most sickening post of all. It was a screenshot of a private text exchange.

The photo was taken inside the daycare's play area.

Hailey had taken a selfie while holding my sweet, innocent little girl pressed against her chest, sending it directly to Logan.

*Oops, big guy. Looks like your daughter takes right after her daddy~ She loves being up close and personal too~ Hehehe.*

Logan’s reply had been a crude picture of his bulging crotch.

*You little temptress. Just you wait, I'm calling off work early to come put out this fire on you!*

They... they were using my baby girl as a prop for their sick, twisted foreplay.