“Of course. But sometimes what people want isn’t what’s best for their family.”
He stepped closer.
“If you truly care about my daughters… you’ll step away.”
I stopped breathing.
He wasn’t yelling.
He wasn’t threatening.
He was… dismantling me.
Calmly. Carefully.
Making me sound absent. Unstable. Unnecessary.
And he had done it before.
To every single nanny.
I grabbed my bag and ran out of the office.
When I got home, Laura was already outside, waiting.
“I’m so sorry,” she said. “But I can’t ignore what’s happening here.”
I looked at her.
“I know,” I said. “I saw everything.”
That evening, I didn’t argue.
I didn’t cry.
I made a call.
The agency listened to the recording.
Then Liam walked into the room like nothing had happened.
“We need to talk,” I said.
I pressed play.
His own voice filled the room.
“If you care about my daughters… step away.”
For the first time, he had nothing to say.
