My husband introduced me to his boss as “the nanny” to seem more important at the gala, but he didn’t know that I was the woman who had secretly saved the company… and I fired him in front of everyone.

A few minutes later, Julian’s sister, Cynthia, appeared in a tight crimson dress with a glass of red wine and a poisonous smirk.

“I heard the news, Nanny,” she sneered while looking me up and down. “You really do look like high-class domestic help in that ridiculous white dress.”

Julian returned and boasted about his conversation with the CEO, prompting Cynthia to raise her glass for a mock toast. She tilted her wrist with deliberate precision, sending a wave of dark red wine splashing directly across my white silk chest.

“Oh, I am so sorry!” she cried out with fake shock while the red stain spread like a wound over my gown.

“Clean it up quickly, Sarah, before Maxwell sees this embarrassing mess,” Julian hissed while shoving a few napkins into my hand.

“Your sister did that on purpose, Julian,” I said quietly.

“Don’t be dramatic, and since you’re the help tonight, you should probably wipe that wine off the floor too,” Cynthia added while laughing.

Julian pointed at the marble floor and commanded, “Do it now.”

Something inside me snapped as I looked at the napkins and then directly into Julian’s hollow eyes.

“No,” I said firmly while dropping the napkins onto the red-stained floor.