Chapter 4He Chose The Nanny Now He Begs

In the dead of night, the voice coming through the phone was unnervingly clear. It was Jenna.

“When are you going to divorce that old hag?” she demanded.

“Just be patient,” Mark soothed. “Give me a little more time.”

“Patient? How can I be patient?” she hissed. “If you don’t divorce her soon, I’m getting rid of this baby!”

Mark glanced nervously over his shoulder. “Don’t say that, baby, please,” he whispered urgently. “I promise you, I’ll handle her. I’ll make this right for us.”

Jenna was pregnant? With Mark’s child?

My world tilted on its axis. I thought, for Sophie, I could endure a broken marriage. But this… they had been sleeping together all along.

And then Mark said something that shattered what was left of my reality.

“Just hang on a little longer, for our son,” he pleaded. “I’m looking for another way to get rid of her. If we divorce, I’ll have to give her half the assets. I can’t let that happen. I’ve put up with her for this long… a few more days won’t kill us.”

My body started to shake uncontrollably.

When I married Mark, he didn’t even have enough money to buy me a ring. I’d married him against my family’s wishes, against all common sense. To protect his fragile ego, I let the world believe he was the provider, the breadwinner.

And now, for a nanny, he was talking about getting rid of me. Killing me.

Beside me in our bed, Sophie mumbled in her sleep. “Want… Auntie Jenna… to be my mommy.”

I didn’t sleep for the rest of the night.

It was over. The husband, the daughter—I had to let them both go.

I hired a private investigator to gather concrete evidence of Mark’s affair and to dig into Jenna’s background. I was preparing for war.

But before I could even launch my first attack, Jenna lost her patience and brought the battle directly to me.