The Nanny's Son Chapter 1

Before high school graduation, I fell in love with Liam, my nanny’s son.

I bought him limited-edition sneakers and unreleased gaming consoles. I even used my money to pay off his childhood sweetheart so she would leave him alone.

I gave up the chance to attend an Ivy League university. Instead, I married him right after high school and attended a community college near our home.

After we married, I juggled managing my family's company and raising our child.

But when I came home early from a business trip, I found him in bed with his childhood sweetheart.

I rushed forward to fight the mistress, only for Liam to smash a heavy glass ashtray into the back of my head.

As I lay dying, he leaned close to my ear and whispered:

"You're just trash from a community college. You really thought you had a chance with me? If it weren't for your money, I wouldn't have looked at you twice. Oh, by the way, the child isn't yours. I swapped him at birth. Also, your parents' car accident? That wasn't an accident. You can die now."

I died consumed by hatred.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my senior year of high school.

* * *

I stood in the school hallway, staring blankly at the young, handsome face of Liam. I pinched my thigh hard.

The sharp pain told me this wasn't a dream. I had truly been reborn.

In my past life, I loved Liam with a humble, clumsy devotion. I ignored my parents' objections and showered him with gifts. If he smiled at me, it made my day.

Back then, he had a girlfriend—Hailey, his childhood sweetheart.

I thought it was an unrequited love until Hailey approached me privately. She said if I sponsored her studies abroad, she would break up with Liam.

I admit, I took the bait.

I gave her a large sum of money. True to her word, she broke up with him and left the country.

Months later, I finally "won" Liam over. To give him security, I bought him luxury cars and put our new villa in his name.

After my parents passed away, I took over the company. We married, and I got pregnant. At Liam’s insistence, I let him help manage the business and transferred shares to our child.

Then came the betrayal. The murder. The revelation that my entire life was a lie.

My parents' death was orchestrated by Hailey. My child had been sold and replaced. They had played me for a fool.

I died in rage. But God gave me a second chance.

This time, I won't make the same mistakes.

"Being rich doesn't make you special. The way you throw money around makes me sick," Liam said, his voice dripping with disdain. "I like independent, kind girls. I will never like you. Stop trying; it’s disgusting."

Hearing his voice again, the words I heard before dying echoed in my mind.

I forced myself to calm down, suppressing the urge to tear him apart.

I looked him up and down. Young Liam was indeed handsome; I hadn't been blind in my past life.

Right now, he was holding a box of unopened, limited-edition sneakers I had just given him. He said I made him sick, yet he never refused my gifts.

Hypocrite. He wanted the moral high ground and the loot.

"Wait!" I called out.

Liam stopped, looking impatient. "If you're going to ask me to be your boyfriend again, save your breath. You're delusional."

I walked up and snatched the sneaker box from his hands.

"Liam, I think you're right. We're students. We should focus on graduation, not dating."

I wanted to kill him, but for now, I’d just take my stuff back.

Liam was stunned. He stared at the empty space in his hands.

"What are you doing?"

I cut him off. "You hate it when people throw money around, remember? These shoes are expensive. I realized I shouldn't insult you with them. After all, you're not a materialistic guy."

Liam opened his mouth to speak, but I didn't give him the chance. I turned and walked away.

If I stayed any longer, I might have punched him.

I contacted the sales associate and exchanged the sneakers for a set of luxury skincare products.

Why spend money on a scumbag when I could spoil my mom?

After school, my mom called.

Her voice was cautious, trying to please me. "Sweetie, about giving Martha a raise... I thought about it. Five thousand a month is a bit much considering she’s currently making three. How about we settle on four thousand?"

My eyes welled up with tears.

"If she insists, just give her the five thousand," my dad’s voice chimed in from the background.

This was my family. They loved me unconditionally, tolerating my whims. In my past life, I brought wolves into our home, leading to their deaths.

"Mom," I said, my voice trembling. "I thought about it. Let's not give her a raise. It disrupts the market rate."