No one warned me that motherhood would feel like a lifelong second full-time job. I had built a strong career and, after a decade of infertility and failed IVF, my husband Sean and I adopted Brady.
Caring for him was overwhelming, but I adjusted. We hired a nanny, Emily, who bonded instantly with Brady. At first, everything was fine—until I noticed Sean acting strangely. Suspicious, I returned home early and found them too close for comfort. Confronted, Sean blamed Emily, but his phone revealed he had been unfaithful—with many women. Emily wasn’t involved.
Later, Brady called Emily “Mom” and said she carried him. Emily confessed: she was his biological mother. She took the job just to be near him.
I was hurt, but I understood. That night, I texted her: You can see Brady whenever you want—but I’m his mom too.
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