When my four-year-old daughter, Tess, asked if I’d cry when she went to the ocean with “her other mom and dad,” my heart
sank. That was the moment I knew something wasn’t right. Later, Tess mentioned a woman named Lizzie who was always at our house.
My instincts told me to stay calm, even though my world felt like it was shifting. I knew I needed answers before taking any action. Later that night, I checked the hidden nanny cam I had installed months before.
What I saw confirmed my fears: my husband, Daniel, and Lizzie were far closer than I imagined. Instead of reacting in anger, I quietly gathered proof and contacted my lawyer. My focus was on Tess, making sure she wouldn’t be caught in the middle.