Mr Billionaire's Nanny

Episode 3

Jenna's POV

"Agnes? Chris?" I said, but the words felt foreign, as if they belonged to someone else. What I was seeing couldn't be real. My mind, so filled with a singular, blinding rage just moments ago, had gone completely blank.

The scene before me was like a horror movie, playing out in slow motion. I tried to make sense of it, to understand what it meant, but all I could hear was the rapid drumming of my own heart against my ribs, like it was attempting to flee from this moment.

"What the hell is going on here?" I demanded sharply, unable to keep watching. That seemed to startle them, but Agnes recovered instantly. A smug smirk made its way onto her face as she looked at me, adjusting her blouse to cover her exposed bosom.

"Why?" The words rolled out of my lips in almost a whisper. My eyes blinked in disbelief as I stared at my husband, wondering how he could neglect our sick child in the hospital only to be here kneading my sister's breasts.

Yes, Agnes was my sister.

I should have known better and now I blamed myself for not acting differently when this issue initially started. I foolishly thought it was a fire I could quench so it wouldn't burn my marriage, out of the love I had for my husband.

"I... I can... explain. It's actually... n... not..." Chris stammered, trying to make sense of the situation. His words only worsened the case. This was the same way he stammered on that day.

He had begged for forgiveness with tears in his eyes, right after our wedding. "Baby, I swear to you, it was an accident. I didn't mean to... I was drunk. She was drunk too, and forced me... Please forgive me... You know I wouldn't hurt you like this intentionally." His voice was raw, his hand clutching mine as if his life depended on it.

My marriage was only a few hours old when I discovered his infidelity. After the reception, I had walked into my sister's room to pick up the lingerie I planned to wear for our wedding night, and that's when I met the groom of the day on top of my biological sister, pants down, as he rammed into her from behind, his hands gripping her waist like it was the right place for him, while she kept moaning his name.

My world seemed to crumble that night, but Chris's incessant pleas for forgiveness and my naivety made me ignore the signs that our marriage had been built on a shaky foundation.

"You know I can't live without you. Without you in my life, I'd be ruined." Those words from Chris made my body go cold. I was heartbroken, but still couldn't bring myself to hate him completely.

"I should give him another chance... It was just a mistake. Mistakes can be fixed." A part of me had maintained and reluctantly, I had forgiven him.

Things seemed great afterwards, with Chris appearing to be a wonderful husband, until our 3rd anniversary; Agnes had reappeared with a baby boy that day, claiming it was for my husband.

Chris had begged me to let us just accept the child and vowed to never have anything to do with my sister. He told me he loved only me, and although what happened between my sister and him was a mistake, the innocent child shouldn't suffer for it.

Yet, here they were, being intimate again!

"Chris, why?" The tears that I had been trying to keep trapped in my eyes started rolling down my cheeks as I questioned him. Just then, his phone rang, and he quickly went outside to take it. I guess he saw that as the perfect opportunity to escape. Coward.

Seeing that I couldn't get anything sensible out of him, I slowly turned my attention to my sister, her smirk filling my heart with anger.

"Why are you doing this? What have I ever done to you?" Agnes's expression twisted in anger.

"Are you seriously asking me that? You did many things, Jenna. You stole my childhood, my parents' love, my happiness." She said, breathing heavily.

"What are you saying?" The accusation hit me hard. "I stole nothing from you! Mom and Dad loved us both."

"No!" she screamed, the sound echoing in the silent living room. "They didn't. They loved you. It was always about you. 'Jenna came top in class, so here's her new bike.' 'Jenna got into the best school, so here's her new phone.' What about me, Jenna? What did I get? Scolding after scolding for not being as smart as my perfect little sister!"

I shook my head, my own tears blurring my vision. "Agnes, they didn't do it to hurt you. They just wanted you to work harder. They said it was to push you to do better."

"Push me?" she scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "No, Jenna. They were telling me I wasn't good enough. You were always their favorite, their golden child. And now you have the perfect husband, the perfect life... a life that should've been mine in the first place."

"I'm sorry if you feel that way. But you've gone too far. This is not a game, Agnes!" I cried, my voice breaking. "You're ruining our lives. You're destroying our family! It's not worth it."

"Not worth it?" she sneered. "I'm just getting started. My mind is made up, and I have everything planned out." Those cold words from Agnes brought a shiver running down my spine.

How could I have known she'd had all these bottled down in her heart, and had been planning her sweet revenge?

"You know for a moment, I thought I'd lost when the wedding night saga didn't affect your relationship one bit." She walked closer to me menacingly. "But then, there's always a way. It's different now. I have him wrapped around my fingers without doing much. Maybe he was already tired of your dry pussy." Agnes said dauntingly, laughing at her own joke.

'Whack!' came the sound of my palm colliding with her cheeks, and she kept shut immediately. I was so furious. I couldn't believe I'd been deceived all along.

"How dare you? How can you be so evil? You think you're ruining just my life? No, you're ruining my daughter's life too, and that I'd never take." I yelled in anger. She had her palms to her cheeks as she looked at me surprised; just then, Chris finally walked in.

"Jenna, what...."

"Hold it there, Chris. You overdid this by abandoning our child when she needed you... when we needed you." I paused to catch my breath before continuing, "I have tried my best to make this marriage work, but now I'm totally done."

Chris's eyebrows furrowed as he probably tried to figure out where I was heading.

"Let's meet the lawyer tomorrow so we can officially end this marriage." I announced, and his jaw dropped.