The Nanny Wants To Be Mommy

My finger slipped, and I accidentally sent a photo of high-end diamond jewelry to our nanny.

She assumed the expensive set was a gift from my husband.

From that day on, she clung to him constantly.

She brewed special wellness tonics just for him, dressed in skimpy outfits, and served late-night vitality broths right to our bedroom.

When I told her to stop giving him special treatment, she became defensive.

"Mr. Cole works so hard every day. He needs all the nourishment he can get!"

At firs