The Nanny’s Daughter Took My Birthday Glory
It was the day of my return. The city was talking about the birthday party my husband was throwing for me. He was a lawyer.
But the night before the big day, a message popped up on my husband's cell phone. 'It's been five years. I've been waiting for far too long.'
My husband pushed me away, though his face was smeared with guilt. "I'm sorry, honey. The GM wants me on a last-minute work trip. I can't make it in time for your birthday."
He left without even missing a beat. I opened up the GPS app and watched the red dot move away. That was him. I got an Uber and tailed him right away.
His GM was me. I just got the job, and I approved his leave for my birthday. And then he told me, in my face, that I assigned him on a last-minute work trip when I did no such thing.
It was midnight. And I was going to find out who this man was meeting at this witching hour.