My husband had always disapproved of my job as a nanny, and every time, I argued my case fiercely. But then, out of the blue, he introduced me to a new client—unprecedented support from him. I poured my heart into caring for that pregnant woman and her child. Every morning, I woke up early to make nourishing breakfast for her. I even polished every single star-shaped light in the nursery. Every day, I bought groceries and cooked meals as instructed by the employer's husband... Every night, I overheard the comforting phone calls from the employer's husband, his voice brimming with joy. Everything changed when I found a family portrait of my husband with my employer in the study. I kept telling myself it was just a coincidence. My husband was a staunch DINK advocate—how could he possibly have a child with someone else? But the traces of his life scattered around the room, matching his habits exactly, plunged me into deep self-doubt. The husband who was always impatient with me—could he really be this attentive to someone else? Did he not want children, or just not want them with me? A sharp crack echoed as the photo frame hit the floor. Outside the door, Daniel held Nora's hand, looking at me with hesitation. …