Divorce and Revenge: Marrying My Ex's Enemy
“That you took me from my real parents? That you raised me with a complete lack of affection? That you only care about me now because I’m connected to someone powerful?”
Her face crumples. Tears well up in her eyes. “It wasn’t like that…”
“Then how was it?” I challenge.
She hesitates, twisting her hands in her lap. Finally, she takes a shaky breath and begins to speak. The story that unfolds is even more shocking than I could have imagined.
“I… I was their nanny,” she confesses, her voice barely a whisper. “Your… your real parents. I worked for them. They… they were wealthy, successful. And they had you.” She pauses, her gaze meeting mine. “I… I stole you, Stephanie.”