After My Husband Cheated with the Nanny

My husband cheated on me with our nearly fifty-year-old nanny, Tabitha Gill, siphoned off our assets, and even threatened our daughter's life to force me to leave with nothing to my name.

But back when I was terminally ill, he was the one who donated his kidney to save me. After we married, he prided himself on being the perfect, virtuous husband, so much so that he wouldn't even let any woman near him.

I didn't cry or make a scene. I quietly cooperated and signed the divorce papers. The next day, I showed up at the negotiating table for a key contract at the company.

I represented Party A.

1

I realized Tabitha was wearing a pair of underwear I'd worn before.

They shouldn't even ask how I figured that out.

Right now, I was sitting in the driver's seat, watching the car's display screen. On it, the nearly fifty-year-old Tabitha was undressing, having sex with my ever-faithful husband.

Half an hour later, the rideshare girl in the back seat couldn't take it anymore and finally lost it.

"What's wrong with you? You keep playing these pornographic movies in the car. Are you some kind of pervert? It's so annoying!"

I hesitated for a second, then calmly told her, "That's footage from my home security cameras."

Colin Carpenter had used our daughter's illness as an excuse to stop me from installing cameras in Rita's room.

But I was so worried about my daughter that I secretly placed a tiny camera in there without telling him.

It didn't even take a day before I accidentally caught those two in the act, going at it right in Rita's room.

Back in my first year of college, I was diagnosed with chronic kidney failure. When I was at death's door, my boyfriend Colin turned out to be a match and didn't hesitate to donate his kidney to save me.

Later, I went abroad for five years of treatment. When I returned, I made my fortune running a pet funeral business, and Colin's unwavering devotion eventually won me over.

After we married, he prided himself on being the perfect, virtuous husband, never even looking at another woman, let alone having one around him.

Everyone said I was his "True love", the one he could never forget, his first and truest love.

But now, the harsh truth was staring me in the face and that was Colin had cheated.

As the two of them reached their climax, Colin, still panting, called me.

"Chloe, I brought you your favorite strawberry cake. You can have it as soon as you get home."

I struggled to keep from throwing up, trying to keep my voice steady. "You sound out of breath. Where are you?"

He answered fluently, "Where else can I go? Of course, I am working out in the gym and make sure I can serve you comfortably in the evening..."

In the past, hearing him flirt so shamelessly would have made me giggle and shy. Now, it just made me want to throw up.

I cut off his shameless talk. "I'll be home in five minutes."

He didn't panic at all. He gave Tabitha a look, and the two of them, as if rehearsed, quickly messed up the room to look like Rita had thrown a tantrum.

I remembered so many times when Rita's room was left in this kind of mess.

When I had come home late from a long shift, and peeked in on Rita while she slept.

When I had go in early in the morning to wake Rita up.

Even after chemo, I dragged my exhausted body to spend time with Rita.

It turned out that every time, they were having an affair behind my back, and it had nothing to do with Rita.

Rita had autism. Did Colin never consider what kind of trauma they might be causing Rita by doing this right in front of her?

Suddenly, a terrifying thought flashed through my mind. Could this be the root of Rita's autism?

I forced myself to calm down and think carefully. Three years ago, before I even gave birth, Tabitha had already moved in, eager as could be.

After Rita was born, everything was normal, so congenital autism was unlikely.

At first, Rita was always smiling. Colin doted on her so much that he was willing to quit his job just to stay home and take care of Rita every day.

And yet, even in that environment, Rita developed autism.

The more I thought about it, the more chilling I felt.

2

"If you ever need help, just call the number on this card."

Before getting out of the car, the woman in the car behind me handed me a business card.

As soon as the car pulled up to the villa, the doorbell rang.

"Welcome home, esteemed lady of the house. Your loyal husband is rushing to greet you with all his love." The automated voice recognition system echoed in my ears.

Honestly, I hated that system at first.

Because the chime could be heard in every room of the villa. I worried it might be bad for Rita's condition.

But I couldn't resist Colin's sweet-talking and flattery. "I have to know the moment you, my darling wife, comes home, or I'll worry you're pushing yourself too hard and skipping your dialysis."

I never suspected he would use it to track me, giving himself the perfect cover for his affairs.

He took my bag from me, all gentle concern. "My assistant said you were out driving for rideshare again, Chloe. I'm really worried about your health. Please don't overdo it, okay?"

I glanced back at the car. Taking rideshare orders had been a spur-of-the-moment decision. I hadn't told anyone.

Once trust was challenged, I discovered that his lies were full of loopholes.

Over the next few days, I drove to the orphanage daily, pretending to be looking for a child to adopt. Back home, I could feel Colin's attitude toward Rita take a nosedive.

A week later, I dragged Tabitha down from the second floor crying and howling like a stray dog, dragging her by her hair.

I shoved her hard onto the floor and tapped her phone screen with my fingernail.

I asked coldly, "Tell me, when did it start?"

The explicit chat logs and ironclad evidence were right there.

But Colin still looked aggrieved. "Chloe, you have to believe me. She's the one who's obsessed with me. I'm innocent."

"Oh, really?" I rolled my eyes casually.

"Then let's charge her with theft. That watch I bought last year cost over a million. That's grand larceny, enough to put her in jail for five years."

As soon as I finished, the living room fell silent.

Colin knew me well. I was soft-hearted, never one to make a fuss over things that didn't cause real harm.

At most, I would just fire Tabitha. That would have been more than enough punishment.

But today, I was like a different person. I refused to back down for once, not letting him off the hook, catching him completely off guard.

A fine sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead as he lowered his head, lost in thought.

When he saw me pull out my phone, as if I were about to call my lawyer, he lunged forward and snatched it from my hand.

His face was as ferocious as I had ever seen.

Feigning confusion, I looked at him, wide-eyed and helpless. "Honey, what's wrong?"

It was obvious he didn't want to make a scene with me right now, but Tabitha didn't want to hide it anymore. She covered the swollen half of her face and put Colin's hand on her belly. "Honey, say something! Please, save our baby!"

I was shaking with rage.

Suddenly, I stood up, picked my angle, and slapped Tabitha hard across her other, unbruised cheek, several times in a row. "What nonsense are you spouting? He's my husband! You're not allowed to call Colin that way!"

Then I shifted in my seat, settling in to watch the show.

Well, both sides of the face should be swollen, so that it looked good.

3

"Enough!" Colin roared, his voice edged with a desperation that sounded almost forced.

Wow! He was the one who cheated first, so how could he act like the victim now?

Shielding his mistress behind him, Colin laughed smugly, like a petty man who had finally gotten his way, as I stared at him in confusion.

He was laughing at my ignorance. "Chloe Geis, since you caught me today, I might as well be generous and tell you the truth. Long before I married you, Tabitha and I had feelings for each other. It was you, suddenly returning from abroad, who disrupted my peaceful life."

I had tried to prepare myself for this, but hearing it with my ears still hurt more than I could bear.

Back then, he hadn't hesitated to donate a kidney to save my life. I was so moved that I had no words to express my gratitude.

During the five years I was overseas, he scrimped and saved, sending me money every month.

After I came back, he took care of me in every possible way.

I had always thought I was a good judge of character, but it turned out I had been betrayed all along.

I had even arranged my will to leave sixty percent to him and forty percent to our daughter.

Choking back tears, I asked, "If that's how you felt, why bother marrying me at all? Why not just be with your lover?"

A flash of malice crossed his eyes as he spat out, "To avenge you!"

"Revenge? For what?" I couldn't understand. What could make him hate me this much?

"Of course! I saved your life, and from now on, whatever you do and say should be decided by me. But you? You went behind my back and left the country for treatment. Did I ever permit you to go, huh?" His eyes turned cold.

I had imagined a thousand reasons, but never this. His hatred began simply because I went abroad for treatment without his consent?

Unbelievable!

What a joke. Just because he donated a kidney to save me, did that mean I became his property?

"When I was struggling, it was Tabitha who comforted me. Every cent I sent you after that was just a bargaining chip, so I could marry you and get my revenge. You're so pathetically naïve, thinking I was deeply in love with you, risking your life to give birth to our child." He sneered.

Our daughter was born via C-section after a failed natural delivery. I nearly passed out from the pain in the operating room.

At that time, when Colin ​​saw me like this, he felt so sad that his eyes turned red.

Now I realized that people could fake deep affection so well.

"Well, and did you know? Our daughter's autism, that was all my doing. So, how do you like this gift I've given you?"

It was like a bolt from the blue. My heart plummeted, heavy as lead.

The face before me was so familiar, yet it felt like I didn't know him at all.

Colin ​​thought that I was abandoned and would become hysterical and unable to recover.

But after the disappointment, I was surprisingly calm.

Well, I was proud of myself.

"Let's get divorced." I kept it short and to the point.

It was like pulling out a poisoned thorn buried deep in my bones. It was painful but necessary.

"You're the one at fault. You should leave the marriage with nothing to your name. But..."

Before I could finish, Colin's expression changed in an instant.

"Me, leave with nothing? Chloe, are you out of your mind? Think about it! I saved your life. Everything you have should be under my control. You, get out of here with nothing, now! That's an order!" He jabbed a finger at my face, shouting viciously.

I stared at him, stunned.

He smirked. "Go check your accounts, you pitiful fool. And don't forget that your daughter is still with me."

Seeing that my assets had already been legally emptied, I remained calm and didn't cry or make a fuss.

I signed the divorce agreement, leaving with nothing.

4

Just before I left the villa, Colin called out to me, "Wait. Take your trash with you."

Trash? What trash?

Rita was huddled in a large black trash bag, as if she were nothing but garbage to Colin, dangling from Colin's hand, her eyes empty and lifeless.

Just like tossing out the trash, Colin threw Rita to me.

Afterward, he wiped his hands in disgust. "You think you can dump this worthless burden on me? Dream on!"

That was my precious daughter.

He knew I had gone to the orphanage.

With a sneer, he said, "You think adopting a child would make me stay? Dream on. You're a sickly person. Even if you let me fuck you for free, I'd still feel disgusted."

I suppressed my anger and asked Colin ​​to sign an agreement that gave me custody of our daughter.

I said calmly, "Colin, I am leaving the house with nothing to repay you for donating your kidney to save my life. From now on, we're finished. Let's see who does better on our own."

Without looking back, I walked out of the villa. He spat, "You're sick in the head."

Then he turned to praise his mistress, boasting that her first child was a son, just what he wanted.

He even made a point of bragging that his mistress was still a virgin.

I was relieved to get the custody of my daughter as I wished.

He certainly didn't understand why I was so quick to divorce him before tomorrow's negotiation of a crucial company contract.

The next day, Colin stared at me in shock from across the negotiation table, his face turning pale. "Chloe, what are you doing here?"