My CEO Boss Caught His Fiance Starving My Daughter — The Security Footage Ruined Her
Part 2
Greg stepped directly into the bright light of the kitchen.
He was supposed to be overseas for another four full days.
His tie was loosened around his neck, his eyes dark with an exhaustion that instantly vanished into sharp focus.
He stared at Heather, his jaw clenched tight enough to crack stone.
“Greg,” Heather gasped, instantly dropping her hand and plastering on a saccharine smile.
Her voice shifted octaves, dripping with an artificial warmth that made my stomach turn.
“You’re home early.”
She smoothed the front of her designer dress, her eyes darting nervously toward me in the doorway.
“This little one was just causing a bit of a fuss,” she lied smoothly, gesturing vaguely toward my trembling daughter.
“I was merely redirecting her away from the heavy appliances.”
She reached out to lightly pat Lily’s head in a show of false affection.
Lily flinched violently, pressing her small body flush against the stainless steel refrigerator door.
Greg didn’t say a single word to his fiance.
He crossed the massive kitchen in three long strides and knelt down right in front of my daughter.
He kept his back entirely turned to Heather, blocking her from Lily’s view.
“Hey,” he murmured, his voice incredibly gentle and steady.
“You’re okay, Lily. I’ve got you.”
He placed a reassuring, warm hand on her small shoulder.
I noticed his gaze drop instantly to her thin wrist, his brow furrowing slightly in concern.
He stood back up slowly, turning to fully face the woman he had planned to marry.
“I want the security footage,” he said softly.
The absolute calm in his voice was far more terrifying than a shout ever could be.
Heather’s perfectly practiced smile faltered, the edges of her lips trembling.
“Security footage?” she repeated, her laugh brittle and high-pitched.
“Whatever for, darling? You’re being completely paranoid.”
“I installed discreet cameras throughout this house two years ago,” Greg stated flatly.
He watched the blood completely drain from her pristine face.
“My accountant flagged irregularities in my charity foundation’s accounts yesterday morning.”
He took a slow, deliberate step toward her.
“And I just walked into my own home to find you physically shoving a three-year-old child.”
Heather’s mouth opened and closed silently, like a fish pulled out of water.
The confidence she had wielded like a weapon for months completely evaporated into thin air.
“You’re taking the word of a maid over me?” she deflected desperately, her voice cracking.
“I haven’t taken anyone’s word,” Greg replied smoothly.
“The cameras will do all the talking.”
He picked up his heavy suitcase and turned toward the hallway leading to his office.
He stopped briefly in the doorway and looked back at me with a soft expression.
“Bring Lily to the guest room, Brenda. Nobody will bother you there.”
He disappeared down the hall without looking back.
I stood rooted in the kitchen, pulling Lily tightly against my chest.
Heather remained completely frozen by the counter, staring at the empty doorway in absolute horror.
The footage was going to reveal every stolen lunch and every cruel whisper she had inflicted on us.
But it was going to expose something much larger and far more damaging than a missing box of crackers.
What do you think he did when he saw exactly what she had been hiding from him?
