I have a six-year-old daughter, Sophie. After she started first grade, my husband Patrick and I hired a nanny, Laura, to help while I worked. She seemed perfect—kind, helpful, and Sophie adored her.
Then things felt off. Sophie started doing homework alone. The house was always messy. Laura said she was “busy,” but wouldn’t explain.
Trusting my gut, I installed a small camera in the living room.
One afternoon at work, I checked the feed—and saw my husband kissing Laura.
I was devastated, but I didn’t confront them. Instead, I set a trap.
That night, I calmly told them I was leaving on a week-long business trip and asked Laura to stay and help. Early the next morning, I pretended to leave—then snuck back home and hid.
When Laura arrived dressed for a date and Patrick called her over, I went live on Facebook and streamed everything.
Friends, family, and coworkers watched in real time.
When Patrick realized, it was too late. I stepped out, fired Laura on the spot, and called my lawyer. Patrick moved out that same morning.
The video went viral. Some criticized me, but I didn’t care.
Six months later, the divorce was final. I kept my home, full custody of Sophie, and my dignity.
I don’t need a nanny anymore.
I just need a family I can trust—and that’s exactly what I have now.