The Price of Discarded Devotion

Summary

In my fifth month of pregnancy, I walked in on Oliver Vance pinning our young nanny to the bed.

I trembled violently with rage, but before I could utter a single word, he frowned and covered my eyes.

"Stella, don't look. It's dirty."

He unhurriedly put his clothes back on, pulled the blanket over the disheveled nanny, and then walked over to gently kiss my forehead.

"She's just a toy to relieve my urges. How could she ever compare to you?"

"A wife is a wife, and a nanny is a nanny. The respect and love I have for you are things she could never attain in her entire lifetime."