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Wife Uncovers Husband's Affair

Sarah's ballet teacher shared a photo of the children's performance on Instagram. "Our little Aliya shone with her swan dance today. Give it some love!" My eyes were drawn to the girl in the center. Her ballet shoes looked uncannily similar to the pair I'd had custom-made for my daughter. But why wasn't Sarah in this performance? I called my husband, Jameson, to discuss it, but he brushed off my concerns. "It's common for things to look similar. As for Sarah not performing, she was just in a mood and didn't want to go." Later, I noticed that things mysteriously missing from our home often appeared with the dance teacher and her daughter. Something odd was definitely going on! --- After wrapping up a shoot, I finally had time to check my family's messages.
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Chapter 4

I stormed home with my daughter, fuming with anger, and found my husband, Jameson, on the phone. Seeing my furious expression, he quickly hung up and came over to take my handbag.

"What's gotten you so worked up this morning?" he asked, trying to sound soothing.

I burst out, "Take a look at the dance teacher you got for Sarah! She's been mistreating her!"

I thrust my phone into his hand, showing him the video I recorded, then grabbed the first aid kit to tend to my daughter’s back.

Jameson's eyes shifted, clearly trying to defend Gwen Spencer, the dance teacher. "It seems a bit intense, but sometimes strict discipline is necessary. She probably just wants Sarah to improve..."

I picked up the TV remote and hurled it at him, hitting him right on the forehead. "Jameson, are you heartless? She's been hitting our daughter!"

"I paid a lot for Sarah to learn, not to suffer!" The more I looked at him, the angrier I got. While I was out working hard for the family, this was the one responsibility I trusted him with, and he couldn't even handle it.

"Go find a new teacher for Sarah right now. Don’t come back until you do!" Seeing the fire in my eyes, he awkwardly smiled and headed out the door.

"Ouch," my daughter whimpered softly, her body trembling. Quickly, I said, "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I’ll be more gentle..."

Her back was mostly treated now, but still red and sore.

I gently comforted Sarah, asking how Gwen treated her. Her eyes were filled with fear as she shook her head, unwilling to speak.

I took her small hand in mine. "Daddy's not here now, you don’t have to be afraid. Speak up, and Mommy will have your back!"

Only then did she, with a quivering lip, bury herself in my arms and begin to cry. She said Gwen constantly hit her, called her stupid, and took her clothes and shoes to give to her daughter, Aliya, threatening her to keep quiet.

Even the exclusive ballet shoes I customized for her were swapped with knock-offs by Gwen, leaving her toes in so much pain she couldn’t perform on stage.

Recalling Gwen's odd behavior this morning, I immediately opened my laptop and pulled up the home surveillance footage. I had secretly installed hidden cameras when I was concerned about issues with the nanny; no one knew about them besides me.

Since Jameson had volunteered to quit his job to care for Sarah, I hadn't checked the footage since.

Watching the past week's recordings filled me with rage toward Jameson. Gwen had been spiking the orange juice, and after Sarah drank it, she would pass out. Gwen and Jameson then shamelessly indulged themselves on the sofa, the floor, the bed—everywhere—leaving me disgusted.

Worse yet, my daughter would have tremors while unconscious, and those two monsters ignored it! There were times when she fell off chairs, getting injured, which pained me deeply as a mother.

After their disgraceful acts, Jameson would mock me for being all about the money with no flair. Meanwhile, Gwen would stuff my valuable items into her bag and leave.

No wonder some of my handbags and jewelry seemed to have vanished from the closet recently.

I immediately picked up my phone and called a media friend. "Marianna, I need your help with something."

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