I once believed exhaustion was the hardest part of raising eleven-month-old twins, Liam and Noah. My husband, Mark, traveled often, and with no family support, the sleepless nights felt endless. Eventually, we hired a nanny through a licensed agency to help. Mrs. Higgins seemed perfect—gentle, organized, and instantly adored by the boys. For the first time in months, I could breathe. When Mark surprised me with an overnight spa trip, I agreed, though I secretly installed a nanny cam for peace of mind. That night, curiosity led me to check the app. I froze. Mrs. Higgins removed her gray wig...
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