Chapter 1

The night our daughter underwent appendicitis surgery, Ethan Carter’s assistant delivered me a divorce agreement.

On TV, his interview was airing live. He proudly declared that his company’s system was “unbreakable,” the watch I gifted him gleaming on his wrist.

What he didn’t know was that I had written that system six years ago.

For years, I believed I simply wasn’t good enough for him to love me.

Until a woman named Mia sent me photos of herself wearing the silk robe I bought, crimson marks blooming along her collarbone.

Until our daughter split her head open and needed five stitches, blood running down her face, while Ethan coldly told me over the phone:

“You should learn how to handle these things yourself.”

Twenty years of growing up together, and in the end, I was nothing more than the nanny who helped him survive his startup years.

Before the divorce cooling-off period even ended, his company collapsed first.

That “unbreakable” system was personally locked down by me.

He desperately wanted to meet the top consultant demanding ten million dollars to fix it.

What he didn’t know—

that consultant was me.

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