I set up twenty-six hidden cameras around my house to catch my nanny cutting corners. My heart had turned cold—tempered by a billion-dollar empire and shattered by the sudden, devastating loss of my wife. I believed I was guarding my children from an outsider. I never imagined I was witnessing an angel quietly battling my own family.

Instead, I fired the rest of the staff who had ignored the signs. I made Elena the legal guardian of the boys in the event of my death. And together, we launched the Seraphina Foundation, a non-profit dedicated to protecting children from family exploitation and medical neglect. Elena runs it.

We aren’t married. It isn’t a fairy tale romance. It’s something stronger. It’s a partnership built on the bedrock of saving two lives.

And every night, before the boys go to sleep, we sit in the nursery together. We don’t check the cameras anymore. We don’t need to.

We just listen to the song, and we know we are safe.

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