A man, Jordan Fox, struggles to raise his triplets alone after the death of his wife, Kyra. On the first anniversary of her death, he visits her grave and encounters a stranger named Denis, who claims to be the biological father of the triplets. Shocked and angry, Jordan learns that Denis knows intimate details about Kyra, including a burn scar on her thigh, which leaves him doubting his wife’s fidelity.
Jordan recalls how he met Kyra at a bar where he fell for her charm and they quickly fell in love. After a brief courtship, Kyra announced she was pregnant with triplets, leading to a rushed marriage. After Kyra’s unexpected death in a car accident due to a drug overdose, Jordan vowed to raise the babies as his own.
Now faced with Denis’s offer of $100,000 for the children, Jordan struggles with feelings of betrayal and uncertainty. Ultimately, he rejects Denis’s proposal, asserting that love and parenting go beyond biology. Though tempted to learn more from Denis, Jordan realizes he cannot abandon the children he loves.
I Discovered My Husband Claims I’m His Child’s Caretaker Whom He Keeps Employed Due to Pity — I Enacted My Retribution Shortly Afterwards
When Megan visited her husband’s office with his favorite lunch to surprise him, she learned a startling secret from his receptionist. Megan found out that her husband had been telling everyone she’s merely his kid’s nanny, allowing him to act freely at work.
Recently, I discovered that my husband has been telling everyone that I am merely his child’s nanny, one he keeps out of pity.
What?
It was an ordinary day, and I decided to surprise my husband with lunch from his favorite fast food place. We had both been working long hours lately and had little time to connect.
This was my first visit to Ben’s new office, and I was excited about surprising him.
“Hi, honey,” he said, answering his phone as I parked the car. “I’m just on a call; I’ll be done soon.”
I didn’t really want to talk to him; I just wanted to make sure he was there.
I got out of the car, grabbed the takeout bag, feeling a thrill. When Ben and I were first married, we often surprised each other at work or met up spontaneously.
It was the spark that kept our marriage alive.
Ben’s office was sleek and modern. I walked in, and a friendly receptionist greeted me with a bright smile.
“Good afternoon!” she said. “You’re Mr. Link’s nanny, right? Is something wrong with the kids? Should I buzz him, or do you want to go straight up?”
I nearly dropped the bag of food.
“Excuse me?” I asked, my heart racing.
The receptionist looked puzzled, as if unsure if she’d misspoken or if I hadn’t heard her right.
“Aren’t you Mr. Link’s nanny?” she repeated, her smile fading.
I took a deep breath, trying to process her words.
“No, I’m not the nanny,” I said. “I’m his wife, Mrs. Megan Link.”
Her eyes widened in shock, and she quickly looked around to ensure no one else was listening.
“Oh my God,” she said. “I am so sorry! I had no idea! Please, come with me.”
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