Not Just A Nanny: My Comeback

I spent six years raising his twins, believing I was his wife.

Then the bank manager slid a document across the desk.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Dunlap. You aren't listed as the mother. Eliana Dudley is."

I drove to Gavin's office, desperate for answers.

Instead, I found him with his high school sweetheart, Eliana, sitting on his lap.

I froze as I heard him laugh.

"Alex was just a comfortable alternative," he told her. "A glorified nanny to keep the seat warm until you came back."

My world shattered.

But it got worse.

At the twins' birthday party, the children I had loved like my own screamed that they hated me.

His seven-year-old son shoved me down the stone steps.

I hit the ground hard. Pain exploded in my stomach.

I looked up, begging Gavin for help.

He didn't move. He just wrapped his arm around Eliana and turned away.

"Come on, kids," he said coldly. "Let's go cut the cake. Alex is just making a scene."

I lay on the cold patio, bleeding out the baby he didn't even know I was carrying, listening to them sing "Happy Birthday" inside.

He thought I would fade away. He thought a check would fix it.

But when I woke up in the hospital, the woman who loved him was dead.

I signed the divorce papers, walked out, and built an empire he could never touch.

Now, three years later, he's begging at my feet.

"I made a mistake," he sobs.

I look at my new husband and smile.

"I know. And now you have to live with it."

Chapter 1

Alex POV

I stared at the document on the mahogany desk, the words swimming before my eyes like oil on water, refusing to mix with the reality I had meticulously built for six years.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Dunlap."

The bank manager, Mr. Henderson, pushed a box of tissues toward me. His voice trembled slightly, a crack in his professional veneer. "But I cannot authorize the trust fund setup under your name. The birth certificates... they don't list you as the biological or legal mother."

The air in the room vanished.

My lungs pumped, but nothing filled them.

"That's a mistake," I whispered, my voice sounding like it was bubbling up from underwater. "I raised Kenneth and Kaylin. Gavin and I... we've been married since before they were born."

Mr. Henderson looked down at his polished Oxfords, unable to meet my gaze.

"The legal mother on file is Eliana Dudley."

The name was a ghost I hadn't heard in years.

Gavin's high school sweetheart.

The woman who had shattered his heart before I spent half a decade piecing it back together.

"Eliana," I repeated, the name tasting like ash and old pennies. "Why is her name on my children's documents?"

"I think you should ask your husband, Mrs. Dunlap."

I didn't take the tissues.

I stood up, my legs feeling like they were cast in lead, and walked out of the bank into