I Set Up Twenty-six Hidden Cameras Around My House To Catch My Nanny Cutting Corners…

Then Beatrice entered the nursery holding a silver dropper. She moved toward Noah’s bottle. Elena stood, calm but firm, and stopped her. She revealed she had already swapped the bottles and discovered the sedative Beatrice had been giving Leo to make him appear ill. Beatrice raged, boasting that once I was deemed unfit, she’d take custody and the fortune.

Elena stepped into the light and revealed the truth. She was the nursing student on duty the night Seraphina died—the last person my wife spoke to. Seraphina had warned her, made her promise to protect the twins, and shared the lullaby so they’d always know their mother was near. Elena had changed everything about her life to keep that promise.

I ran to the nursery and stopped it all. Police arrived. Beatrice was taken away. Later, sitting where Elena once sat, I finally saw my sons as pieces of the woman I loved—not problems to manage. We stopped watching cameras. We started listening to the song. And together, we finally built a home rooted in trust, love, and truth.