All Chapters of The Nanny Affair: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The hospital hallway stretched out before Damien as he paced back and forth. It had been over an hour since the doctor had rushed Elena into surgery, explaining that there was fluid in her lungs and it needed to be drained immediately to restore her breathing otherwise, she might not survive. He’d been walking that same stretch of corridor ever since, every turn filled his mind with darker thoughts. Finally, after a few more desperate passes, the door opened and the doctor stepped out. Damien was on him in an instant. “How… how did it go?” he asked quickly The doctor gave a small nod. “We did everything we could, Mr. Hughston.” Damien’s heart sank at the pause, but then “She’s stable. Her oxygen levels have been restored,” the doctor said with a faint smile. Damien let out a long, heavy breath of relief. “Can I see her now?” “We’ll need to run a few more checks first,” the doctor replied. Damien nodded, his gaze drifting to the glass window at the end of the hall. Th

Damien’s hands trembled as they held Victoria’s face, the kiss deepening, pressing harder as if it pulled every memory from the past into the present. For a moment, nothing else mattered. Before sense could return, Victoria leaned in closer as her silk nightwear slipped slightly, exposing one of her breasts as it brushed against his chest during the escalating kiss, with moans escaping.But just before it could go further, Damien suddenly tore himself away, breathing hard as if he had just escaped drowning… remembering things had changed. He wasn’t the same man anymore. His heart already belonged to someone else.“I’m… I’m sorry,” he muttered with guilt carved on his face.Victoria blinked, looking confused. “Sorry? Damien, you’re making out with your wife,” she chuckled, cocking her head, wondering why he looked like a man committing a crime.But Damien couldn’t bear it, he ran a shaky hand through his hair and backed away. “Please… excuse me,” he said hoarsely, before walking out of

Victoria had been on her feet since five in the morning, moving back and forth across the kitchen. The bacon still sizzled in the pan while the scrambled eggs steamed on a plate. She wore light makeup with a simple dress, enough to look radiant without overdoing it. Her hands kept fidgeting, straightening a fork here, fixing a napkin there, her eyes darting back to the clock. It was already six o’clock. She wanted everything perfect before Damien’s alarm went off at 6:15.She was reaching up to the cupboard for a glass when the kitchen door creaked.“Elena! Perfect, you’re awake,” Victoria said without even glancing at her. “Pour the juice into this glass while I finish the toast, please.”Elena hesitated, but stepped forward, picking up the jar of juice. Her hands were steady enough, though her eyes lingered on Victoria’s determined movements. The woman was so wrapped up in the details she didn’t even notice the tension in Elena’s face.Victoria finally removed her apron, smoothing i

There was not a word said after Mom Mary May had uttered those words. Victoria was still holding Nathaniel tightly in her arms. The atmosphere was heavy, but slowly everyone began to move toward their cars.Damien’s father was the first to step forward. He placed a firm hand on Nathaniel’s shoulder, then looked briefly at Victoria.“We will be taking our leave,” he muttered.Mom Mary May leaned closer to brush Nathaniel’s cheek.“Sweet child, you’ve frightened us enough for a lifetime.” She straightened, then added softly to Victoria, “Take care of yourself too, dear.”Victoria’s lips trembled as she forced a faint smile. “Thank you… truly, for everything,” she whispered.The elder couple nodded and began their slow walk to their car, leaving Damien, Victoria, and the others by the driveway.Victoria shifted on her feet, her hold on Nathaniel tightening. She turned to her own parents.“Mother, Father… will you take us home? I don’t know how long Damien will be… I just….I can’t stay he

The day of their trip to Italy had arrived. Security moved quickly, carrying their bags toward the private jet. Mr. Hughston walked ahead, holding Nathaniel's hand, with Victoria by his side. Elena trailed behind, feeling uneasy after their confrontation the day before. She hadn't seen him since then, and even now, he didn't acknowledge her.Inside the jet, attendants were already arranging things.“Miss Elena, come sit with me!” Nathaniel called, waving to her from the seat across from Damien, who was engrossed in his phone. Victoria was likely in the bedroom further inside the jet. Elena glanced at Damien, who seemed completely uninterested in her. "Oh, I should sit on the other side," she said quickly and moved shyly toward a seat at the far end. It was her first time on a private jet, yet the excitement she thought she would feel was nowhere to be found.“We’re cleared for takeoff. Please fasten your seatbelts. Estimated flight time to Italy is twelve hours and thirty minutes.”Th