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He Chose The Nanny, I Chose Revenge

Chapter 3

Word Count: 715 | Released on: Today at 19:34

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ted wife cook a three-hour meal for

pond, the swinging door t

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tension at the front door a

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to make a scene i

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head of the table. She s

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erated panic. She jumped up so fast her cha

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d a heavy hand on Dorcas's shoulder and

oked at Clara. "It's just dinner. We don

elt a strange numbness sp

end of the long table and pulled out

the main course.

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pass the p

able and set the plate

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ripped his fork.

t the porcelain plate. The sharp

eat?" Leo yelled. His voic

and shrank bac

is hands flat onto

oared. "You are acting like a spoiled brat. Autumn

led down L

father either!"

d his right hand, pulling it back as if

er than she ever

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m," Clara said. Her voice

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hand and walked ou

sitting together. She didn't need to. The

she and her son w

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“Clara came home from a fourteen-hour board meeting to the sound of a piercing scream in the playroom. When she rushed in, she found her husband, Chadwick, kneeling on the floor in a panic. But he wasn't looking at their five-year-old son, Leo, who had a massive bleeding welt on his forehead. Instead, Chadwick was trembling as he held the nanny's daughter, Autumn, who barely had a microscopic scratch. "She needs ice. And antibacterial ointment," Chadwick snapped, carrying the nanny's daughter away and leaving his bleeding son behind. From that moment, the nightmare only escalated. Chadwick ordered Clara to cook a three-hour meal for the nanny's kid, threw away Leo's favorite toys because Autumn sneezed, and even secretly took the nanny and her daughter on Leo's promised Disney trip. The final humiliation came at the Met Gala. Right before their sponsor speech, Chadwick received a frantic call from the nanny claiming Autumn was having a panic attack. He abandoned Clara in front of hundreds of flashing cameras, sprinting out of the ballroom. Clara stood completely alone, the humiliation eating through her veins like acid. She couldn't understand how a father could call the nanny's kid his "little princess" while watching his own son cry. Why was he treating his own flesh and blood like garbage just to play savior to another woman's child? Suddenly, the blinding camera flashes were blocked by a massive shadow. Erasmo Chase, the heir to New York's largest financial dynasty, stepped out of the darkness and shielded her. "A man like that is unworthy of your grief, Ms. Best," he whispered, pressing a silk handkerchief into her trembling hand. Looking at the sharp profile of the powerful man beside her, Clara's shock hardened into a lethal, cold fury. She was going to dump her family's shares, crash the board, and make Chadwick lose absolutely everything.”