Chapter 1

My husband Wesley said in an interview that he had already distributed all his assets.

The host joked that he must have left a fortune for his son and wife.

He smiled gently and softly denied it:

"I only left them enough money to live on."

"As for the rest of my assets, I've given everything to my adopted daughter Michelle."

"This is the promise I made with her mother. I vowed at her grave that I would let her live a carefree life."

I froze while cooking for the two children, my eyes suddenly lifting to the TV screen.

The host spoke again:

"Does your wife know about this?"

He paused slightly, but his smile didn't change.

"She won't object. She's been good to Michelle all these years—better than a qualified nanny."

I took off my apron and walked out of the kitchen, carrying my son Willett, who had been picking up toys for Michelle, back to his room.

Six years. I'd had enough too.

Since he didn't plan to leave anything for Willett and me, whoever wanted to be this nanny could have the job.