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certifications, including nutrition, early childhood education, child development, positive discipline, water safety, first aid, and CPR. I don’t know what I’d do without her.
    “We need to introduce him to other children. I suggest planning weekly or even daily playdates. Now is the best time for socialization and interaction with other children,” the nanny informs me.
    I’m listening to her as I sort the mail. Suddenly, I come across a small envelope addressed to me. My breathing rapidly increases. I open the envelope and read the note inside it:
     
    He is cheating on you with me.
     
    The nanny keeps talking, but her voice fades away and all I hear is my heartbeat in my ears. A cold breeze washes over me. I’m holding the letter in my hands, staring at the sentence as though paralyzed.
    I finally snap out of it. “I’m going upstairs. I’ll be back,” I tell the nanny.
    I bypass Julian’s office and head into our master bedroom. I tuck the letter into one of the drawers of my walk-in closet.
    I don’t want to panic, but it’s hard not to. I decide to follow Yula’s advice and not confront Julian until I have collected sufficient evidence.
    I take a breath as I stand outside Julian’s office. I knock at the door and wait.
    “Come in, Cheryl,” Julian calls.
    I push open the door. Julian smiles warmly when he lays his eyes on me. My heart squeezes in pain. I love him so much.
    I’m suddenly unable to speak as I gaze at Julian. My heart is hammering, my palms are sweaty, and I find it hard to breathe.
    “Have you got my mail, my beauty?” Julian asks.
    “I…um…yes, it’s downstairs. I’ll bring it up.”
    “That’s perfect, Cheryl, thank you.”
    I return with Julian’s company mail and place it on his desk. I turn around to leave.
    “Cheryl, is everything okay?” Julian calls out.
    I turn around and face him. His azure blue eyes scan my face, analyzing me carefully.
    “Yes, everything is good,” I say as brightly as I can.
    I walk out of his office and close the door. I stand there for a moment, trying to pull myself together. I can’t panic yet, I don’t have any solid proof .
    I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I picture Julian’s extraordinarily handsome face: bright blue eyes, straight nose, fleshy lips, defined cheekbones, and sharp jawline. How can any woman not resist his extremely good looks and irresistible charm?
    Julian’s ridiculously good looks, unlimited wealth, and alpha-male status are just too good to pass up. He’s the type of man women want, and whom other men want to be.
    I need to figure out how to gain access to his computer, or at least look through his cell phone. I go back downstairs and preoccupy myself with my little boy as I wait for Julian to leave for work.
    He leaves the mansion at noon. I quickly head upstairs and discover that the office is locked. What is he hiding?
    I hear the house phone ring and rush into the master bedroom to pick up the phone from the bed stand.
    “Hello?”
    I hear someone breathing over the phone; it sends a chill down my spine.
    “Who is this?” I shout.
    The breathing continues and it creeps me out. I hang up.
    The phone immediately rings again. I stare at it and finally pick it up again.
    “Who is this?” I yell into the phone.
    There is no response, only eerie silence. I hang up and call Julian’s cell.
    “Cheryl,” Julian answers.
    “Someone called and—”
    “I’m just heading into a meeting. I’ll call you back,” Julian interrupts, sounding rushed.
    “But—”
    “I love you,” Julian says before hanging up.
    When he doesn’t call back for several hours, I call his cell phone, but it has been turned off, so I call his office directly.
    “Mr. Stone’s office,” Julian’s female secretary chirps.
    “It’s Mrs. Stone. I need to speak with Julian,” I demand.
    “Sorry, he’s very busy at the moment. I can take a message if you like,” she says abruptly.
    “I don’t care if he’s busy.