Here’s a more concise version without losing the essence:
After six months running Beanz Bistro, I was still adjusting to the long hours and balancing family life. My assistant Diane asked if I was heading home, and I mentioned Jay, my son, likely waiting for me. Sabrina, our nanny, had been a huge help, and it allowed me to focus on the café.
Driving home, I transitioned from business owner to mom. I’d been hesitant to hire help at first, but Wilfred, my husband, was right. Sabrina had been great with Jay, and it gave us some peace of mind. At home, Jay ran to me, asking for mac and cheese, and seemed quiet about Sabrina.
A few days later, Jay fell ill at school, but his odd behavior continued. Over dinner, he asked to stay home with me instead of Sabrina, though he didn’t explain why. I sensed something was off. Wilfred reassured me, but my unease grew. A week later, Jay burst into my office, telling me Sabrina was a thief, claiming she “stole” his dad.
Jay explained he saw them kissing, and my world tilted. I confronted Wilfred, and he tried to explain, but it was clear his affair with Sabrina had been ongoing. I demanded a divorce, and Wilfred left that night.
A year later, I sat with Daniel, a customer turned friend, watching Jay grow. The divorce had been painful, but Jay was healing. Sabrina had left Wilfred after he lost his job, and life was moving forward. The café was thriving, and I was finally rebuilding. My past didn’t define me, and I was learning to embrace the future with Jay.
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