When I open the alert from the nanny cam, I expect to see my son playing with his blocks—not my husband kissing the nanny.
I should have confronted them.
I didn't.
Instead, I smiled... and let my husband's mistress move into my house.
By the time my husband moved our nanny into our guest room, I already had weeks of video proving they were sleeping together.
They thought I was exhausted.
They thought I wasn't paying attention.
They had no idea I was documenting every lie.
With my attorney preparing my divorce, my best friend refusing to let me face this alone, and one neighborhood block party about to become unforgettable, I only have one question left...
How do you destroy a cheating husband without destroying yourself?
Some women scream.
Some women cry.
I keep receipts.
