I have a six-year-old daughter named Sophie.
My husband, Patrick, works constantly. Sometimes from home, sometimes from the office. His hours are a lot more flexible than mine, and he even gets to come home early now and then.
I decided to go back to work after Sophie started first grade, and I realized we needed help.
So we hired a nanny.
I realized we needed help.
Patrick and I spent weeks interviewing candidates. We needed someone trustworthy. Someone Sophie would feel safe with.
We found Laura.
She was 25, gorgeous, and always smiling. She had long dark hair, a perfect figure, and was the kind of woman who turned heads when she walked into a room.
But she seemed sweet, professional, and kind.
She helped Sophie with homework, did light housework, and Sophie adored her.
Laura had been with us for almost a year.
We needed someone trustworthy.
Everything seemed perfect. Sophie was happy. The house ran smoothly. I felt like I’d finally found balance.
Then things started changing.
One evening, I came home exhausted from work and found Sophie sitting alone at the kitchen table, doing her homework. I gently ruffled her hair and knelt beside her.
“Where’s Laura, sweetie?”
Sophie sighed and looked down. “She said she didn’t have time to help me today, Mom. So I’m doing it by myself.”
That struck me as strange.
Then things started changing.
Laura’s whole job was helping Sophie with homework.
Why wouldn’t she have time?
I didn’t say anything. Not yet.
But then I started noticing other things.
The laundry room was full of dirty clothes. Dishes were piled up in the sink. Trash was overflowing. The house looked like no one had cleaned it in days.
I started noticing other things.
I called Laura into the kitchen one evening.
“Is everything okay?” I asked gently. “I’ve noticed things slipping a little. Sophie’s doing homework alone. The housework’s not getting done.”
Laura’s smile faltered. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Cindy. I’ve just been really busy with other things. I’ll do better.”
“What things?”
She looked away. “Just… personal stuff. I promise it won’t happen again.”
“I’ve noticed things slipping a little.”
I let it go. But the bad feeling in my stomach didn’t.
Something wasn’t right. And Laura didn’t want to explain.
So I installed a small camera in the living room.
I hid it behind a bookshelf. No one knew it was there. Not even Patrick.
Honestly, I didn’t want to do it. It felt invasive. But I kept seeing Sophie doing her homework alone, and the house was always a mess.
I needed to know what was really going on.
I installed a small camera in the living room.
One afternoon at work, after lunch, I casually opened the camera app on my phone.
I didn’t know what I expected to see.
Maybe Laura would be on her phone. Maybe she was taking a nap.
What I saw made my stomach drop.
Laura wasn’t alone.
Patrick was there.
And they weren’t talking about Sophie’s schedule or household chores.
They were KISSING.
Laura wasn’t alone.
His hands were in her hair. Her arms were around his neck. They were laughing. Hugging. Completely comfortable with each other.
Like they’d done this before. Many times.
I watched for about 30 seconds before I had to close the app. My hands were shaking. My vision blurred. And my heart? It was shattered.
My husband was cheating on me with our daughter’s nanny.
The woman I’d trusted with my child. The woman I’d welcomed into my home. The woman I’d treated like family.
Her arms were around his neck.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to drive home right then and confront them both.
But I didn’t.
Because screaming would’ve been too easy for them. A big fight. Tears. Apologies. And then what? They’d be more careful. Sneak around better.
No.
I was going to make sure they never forgot this.
***
That evening, I returned home and cooked dinner for everyone.
Patrick stepped out of his home office and kissed me on the cheek like nothing was wrong.
I was going to make sure they never forgot this.
“Smells great,” he said.
I smiled. “Thanks. I asked Laura to stay for dinner. I have something to tell you both.”
His face flickered with something.
Confusion? Worry? Fear? A mix of everything?
“Oh. Okay.”
A few minutes later, Laura stepped out of Sophie’s room, looking uneasy.
“You wanted me to stay, Cindy?”
“Yes,” I said brightly. “Sit down. Let’s eat.”
I asked Laura to stay for dinner.
We sat at the table. After we finished eating, I set down my fork.
“So, I have some news. I’m going on a week-long business trip. It came up suddenly, but it’s important.”
Patrick looked up.
“A week?!”
“Yes. I leave tomorrow morning at six. 8 a.m. flight. I’ll drive to the airport.”
Laura’s face lit up. “Oh! Do you need me to stay here? Take care of Sophie?”
I smiled sweetly.
“I’m going on a week-long business trip.”
“Yes, please. That would be so helpful. This dinner is just my way of saying thank you for all the help you’ve been giving us.”
I watched Patrick’s eyes. They were practically glowing.
A whole week without me… like I’d handed him a free ticket to paradise, right?
Sophie’s face fell.
“Mommy, you’re leaving for a whole week?”
I reached over and squeezed her hand. “I know, baby. I’m going to miss you so much.”
I watched Patrick’s eyes. They were practically glowing.
“I don’t want you to go.”
“I know, sweetheart. But Daddy and Laura will take good care of you. And I’ll call you every single night before bed. I promise.”
Sophie nodded, tears in her eyes.
I stood up and kissed her forehead, holding her close for a moment.
Patrick was watching. I could see him relax. He believed it was real.
Laura stood up. “Well, I should get going. Early morning tomorrow.”
Patrick walked her to the door.
I saw him smile at her. A private little smile.
He believed it was real.
I turned away and clenched my fists under the table.
Just wait, you two… just wait.
***
The next morning, I woke up at 5:30.
I made coffee. Packed a small suitcase. Made it look like I was really leaving.
Patrick was still in bed, pretending to sleep.
I went into Sophie’s room and kissed her goodbye.
Made it look like I was really leaving.
“Be good for Daddy and Laura, okay?”
She hugged me tightly. “I love you, Mommy.”
“I love you too, baby. So, so much.”
At 6:00 a.m., I got in my car and drove away, watching in the rearview mirror as Patrick’s silhouette stood by the window, making sure I was really gone.
But I didn’t go to the airport.
I drove two blocks. Parked on a side street. And walked back to my house.
I didn’t go to the airport.
I slipped in through the back door, which I’d left unlocked the night before.
Inside, I crouched behind the couch in the living room. I pulled out my phone and opened Facebook.
Then I hit “Go Live.”
I muted my microphone and pointed the camera at the living room.
Within seconds, Patrick came downstairs, just as I’d suspected. He was smiling and humming to himself.
He picked up his phone and called someone.
“She’s gone. Coast is clear. Come over. We’ve got the whole week.”
I crouched behind the couch in the living room.
I bit my lip so hard I tasted copper.
Twenty minutes later, the front door opened.
Laura walked in.
She was dressed as if she were going to a club. Tight red dress. High heels. Hair and makeup done perfectly.
Patrick’s face lit up when he saw her.
“Wow! You look incredible, babe.”
She laughed and did a little spin.
She was dressed as if she were going to a club.
“I wanted to make a grand entrance. We’ve got the whole house to ourselves.”
“Sophie’s still asleep,” Patrick said, pulling her close. “We have time.”
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
Long. Deep. Like they were the only two people in the world.
I held my phone steady.
The Facebook Live was recording everything.
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
Soon, comments started flooding in:
“Is that Patrick? 😱“
“OMG, is he cheating?? 😨“
“WHO IS THAT WOMAN?? 🤬“
“Someone tell his wife! 🤯💔“
Patrick’s phone started buzzing.
At first, he ignored it.
But then it rang. And rang. And rang.
Patrick’s phone started buzzing.
He pulled away from Laura, frowning. “WHAT THE HELL?”
He looked at his phone. His face went white.
“It’s my mom. And my dad. And my boss. And… what’s happening?”
Laura’s phone was ringing too.
“Patrick, what’s going on?”
He scrolled through his messages. His hands were shaking.
“I don’t know. Everyone’s calling me. Everyone’s texting.”
Laura’s phone was ringing too.
Then he read one of the texts aloud: “Check Facebook. NOW.”
He opened the app. His face drained of all color.
“Oh my God.”
Laura leaned over. “What? What is it?”
He showed her the screen.
They were live. Right now. Streaming to hundreds of people.
His face drained of all color.
Laura’s hands flew to her mouth.
“No. No, no, no. This can’t be happening.”
Patrick’s voice was shaking. “Who’s doing this? Where’s the camera?”
I stood up from behind the couch. Both of them jumped as if they’d been electrocuted.
“SURPRISE!”
Patrick’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. “Cindy, I…”
“Save it.”
“Who’s doing this? Where’s the camera?”
I turned to Laura. “You’re FIRED. Effective immediately. And I’m going to make sure no one in this town ever hires you to babysit again. I’ll call every agency. Every family. You’ll NEVER work with children again.”
Her face crumpled. “Cindy, please, I’m so sorry…”
“You’re sorry you got caught. Not sorry you did it. There’s a difference.”
“Please, I need this job.”
“You should’ve thought about that before you slept with my husband. Get out of my house.”
She grabbed her purse and ran. The door slammed behind her.
“I’m going to make sure no one in this town ever hires you to babysit again.”
I turned to Patrick.
“Cindy, please, let me explain…”
“Explain what?”
“It was a mistake. A stupid, stupid mistake. I’ll end it. I’ll do anything. Please.”
“You already did everything. You destroyed our marriage. You humiliated me. And you did it under my roof. In my home. Where our daughter sleeps.”
He reached for me.
“Don’t touch me.”
“You destroyed our marriage.”
He pulled back, eyes filling with tears. “I love you, Cindy. I love you so much.”
“You don’t cheat on people you love, Patrick.”
I pulled out my phone and called my lawyer.
“Hi, David. It’s Cindy. I need you to draw up divorce papers. As soon as possible. Yes, I’m serious. Today, if you can.”
Patrick’s face went white.
“Cindy, no. Please. Don’t do this. Think about Sophie.”
I pulled out my phone and called my lawyer.
“I am thinking about Sophie. I’m thinking about the example I’m setting for her. I’m teaching her that when someone betrays you, you don’t stay. You leave. You respect yourself.”
“This is my house!” he exploded.
“No!”
He froze, realization dawning on him like an ugly meme going viral with his face on it.
“This is my grandmother’s house. She left it to me. You’re a guest here. And your invitation just expired,” I added.
“When someone betrays you, you don’t stay.”
He stared at me, stunned.
“Pack your things and get out.”
Patrick left that morning.
I let out a long breath, walked quietly to Sophie’s room, and pulled her into a hug.
She blinked up at me, surprised.
“Mommy? I thought you left.”
I smiled. “Not anymore, sweetheart. I’m right where I need to be.”
Patrick left that morning.
Patrick called, texted, and begged.
I blocked his number. His parents pleaded for forgiveness, asking me to give their son another chance. But I wasn’t in the business of second chances anymore.
***
The Facebook Live video went viral. Thousands of views. Hundreds of comments.
Some people supported me.
“You’re a queen for this! 👍👑“
“He deserved to be exposed! 😖“
“I hope you take everything in the divorce! 😤“
The Facebook Live video went viral.
But some people criticized me.
“This was a private matter. You shouldn’t have aired it publicly. 🤷🏻♀️“
“You humiliated him. That’s cruel. 😡“
I didn’t care.
I posted one final update.
“To everyone who supported me: thank you. To everyone who thinks I was wrong: I don’t owe you an explanation. My husband didn’t just break my heart. He broke my trust. And trust can’t be rebuilt. The divorce is final. I have my daughter and my home. That’s all I need. My mom has moved in to help with Sophie. I won’t trust a stranger with her again.”
I logged off and didn’t look back.
Some people criticized me.
Six months later, the divorce was finalized.
I got my dignity. Full custody of Sophie. And a clean break.
Patrick tried to reconcile. Sent flowers. Wrote letters.
I returned everything unopened.
Sophie asks about him sometimes.
“Where’s Daddy?”
“He made some bad choices, sweetheart. But he still loves you. You’ll see him on weekends.”
I got my dignity.
“Do you still love him?” she asked me yesterday.
I smiled sadly.
“I love the man I thought he was. But that man doesn’t exist anymore.”
My mom moved in permanently. She picks Sophie up from school. Helps with homework. Cooks dinner.
I don’t need a nanny anymore.
I just need a family I could trust. And that’s exactly what I have right now.
I don’t need a nanny anymore.
