I got home earlier than usual and spotted my husband and the nanny sitting very close. They promptly stood up, behaving awkwardly. That night, I confronted my husband, and he confessed that he had been “seeing” her for some time.
But it only got worse: when I called the agency to report her, they told me that she had already left her position there weeks ago without notice. That was when I realized I hadn’t just been betrayed — I had been living in a home built on secrets. The following days were filled with silence.