I had just given birth to my second child when my husband, Ryan Carter, hired a 24-year-old nanny named Lena to help me out. Lena was young, beautiful, and efficient. But I never expected my older daughter Stella to say, “I like Aunt Lena. She smells like mommy. Her waist is slimmer than yours, and she’s prettier…” I had just given birth to my second child. My husband, Ryan, was worried about me taking care of two kids alone, so he hired a nanny from an agency. The nanny’s name was Lena, born in 1999. She was young and pretty, and very efficient at her job. She would always call me “sister” in a very friendly manner. Although I was a bit concerned about having such a young and beautiful girl in our house, after interacting with her, I found Lena to be quite nice, so I let her stay. Ryan said he chose Lena mainly because she looked young and sensible. He told me that older nannies often became set in their ways, slacking off at work and pocketing money from grocery shopping. So he thought it was better to hire someone inexperienced like Lena. Firstly, it would save money, and secondly, she would be more agile and efficient. After Lena had been working for a few days, it was indeed as Ryan said. She didn’t try to pocket any money and was quick with her work. “Here are the receipts for this month’s groceries. Please take a look,” Lena said, handing me neatly organized receipts. I could clearly see what she bought each day at a glance. We had hired nannies before, and the previous one would always slack off and inflate the prices of vegetables and fish, but the food she cooked was terrible. Compared to them, Lena was truly an excellent household staff. “Lena, I’ve transferred the money to you. I trust your work,” I said without hesitation as I sent her the money. Two months passed, and I became increasingly satisfied with Lena. One night when Ryan came home, I discussed with him, “Honey, Lena is very diligent and honest. Why don’t we give her a raise?” Ryan hugged me. He had been working very hard lately and was now too tired to keep his eyes open. “Okay, whatever you say, darling.” Ryan didn’t seem interested in the matter of Lena, which actually made me feel quite comfortable. After all, Lena was a young and beautiful nanny, and I hadn’t fully regained my figure after giving birth. I was actually a bit worried that the contrast between Lena and me was too stark, to the point where my husband might take a liking to Lena. But now, Ryan’s reaction put my mind at ease. I became even more satisfied with Lena and gave her a $200 raise the next day. Lena was extremely grateful and even bought me a lipstick to thank me. Although the lipstick wasn’t expensive, it was still a gesture of goodwill from the young girl. I appreciated her thoughtfulness and liked Lena even more. That day, my older daughter Stella came running to me, saying she wanted to sleep with Aunt Lena that night. I pinched Stella’s cheek and asked, “Sweet Stella, why do you want to sleep with Aunt Lena?” Stella raised her chubby little face and said, “Because Aunt Lena tells Stella stories, and Aunt Lena smells like mommy.” I was amused by Stella’s innocent words. I rubbed her head and agreed to her request. “Lena, you can go to her room and sleep with her tonight,” I said with a smile to Lena, who nodded and took Stella’s hand to her room. As Lena passed by me, I caught a whiff of a familiar scent. But having just given birth, my sense of smell wasn’t very sensitive, and I couldn’t quite place what the scent was.
Stella had been getting more and more attached to Lena lately. I was happy about this, as it would be too tiring if both children were always clinging to me. My younger son, Sunny, wasn’t even six months old yet and still needed his mother. With Lena taking care of Stella, I felt much more relaxed. One day when Ryan came home from work, Stella dragged him to play Monopoly. Stella, Lena, and Ryan were all having a great time. “Daddy, Stella is going to win!” Stella said proudly to Ryan, holding her cards. Ryan affectionately patted Stella’s head and said, “Stella, you’re amazing!” Lena was smiling beside them, her eyes curved into crescents. “Yes, our Stella is the best!” Seeing Stella so happy, I went over to join them. “Stella, mommy’s coming to play with you too.” But I wasn’t very good at the game and was soon dismissed by Stella. “Mommy, you don’t know how to play. Stella will just play with daddy and Aunt Lena.” Being rejected by my daughter made me feel a bit hurt, but I didn’t stay to play with them. “Aunt Lena, this time Stella wants to team up with you! Because you’re better than daddy,” Stella said. Stella loved playing games with Lena because Lena was good at these little games and had the patience to play with her. Hearing Stella’s innocent words, Ryan teased, “I see, now Aunt Lena is more important to Stella than daddy. You can just play with Aunt Lena from now on.” Stella let out a soft “hmph” and went to hold Lena’s arm. “I like Aunt Lena the most.” Seeing Stella and Lena’s close relationship made me feel a bit sour. Moreover, the three of them sitting together looked like a family, and I felt like I was being excluded. But then I thought it was funny. Stella was just a child, she liked whoever played with her. Why should I be jealous of Lena, a nanny? I must be overthinking things after just giving birth. That night, Stella once again clung to Lena, wanting Lena to sleep with her. I readily agreed. After all, it would be too tiring to accompany Stella to sleep and also take care of Sunny. I felt at ease with Lena sleeping with Stella. Besides, Ryan and I hadn’t had time alone for a long time. I wanted to spend some quality time with Ryan tonight. “Honey, we haven’t had a chance to talk, just the two of us, for a long time,” I said, hugging Ryan and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Darling, you’ve been working so hard taking care of two children by yourself. It’s good that Lena is helping us with Stella now, so we can have some time together,” Ryan said, kissing me on the lips. His hands started wandering over my body. “Honey, it’s been a long time since we’ve been intimate.” I eagerly cooperated with Ryan, reaching out to unbutton his collar. Ryan lifted my skirt, but his wandering hands suddenly froze. “Honey, your stomach hasn’t recovered yet?” Ryan said calmly, but I could see a hint of disgust in his eyes. I looked down at my stomach, which was full of stretch marks and scars from the C-section and weight gain. It could be described as a mess of valleys and ridges. No wonder Ryan was disgusted. Even I found this stomach repulsive.
“Should we continue?” I asked, looking at Ryan a bit nervously. I had thought about going to the hospital for laser treatment and scar removal, but I simply didn’t have the time for that now. Taking care of two children had already left me exhausted, let alone with Sunny being so young and still needing to be breastfed. I couldn’t leave him for a moment. I knew that the longer I waited to treat the scars, the harder they would be to remove. I had tried scar removal creams, but they didn’t have much effect. Ryan looked at my stomach and let out a deep sigh. He turned over and lay down on the bed. “Honey, I’m suddenly feeling tired. Maybe next time.” Ryan turned off the bedside lamp and put his arm around me as he fell into a deep sleep. Even though his embrace was so warm, why did I feel cold all over? I couldn’t help but let a tear roll down my cheek. Ryan had finally become disgusted with me, disgusted with my body full of valleys and ridges after giving birth to two children. As I cried, I fell asleep. I dreamed of when Ryan and I first met. I was a dance teacher. He said he passed by my dance studio and saw me dancing gracefully like an angel. He fell in love with me at first sight. He said he loved my beautiful face, my soft waist, and even more, he loved how I silently sacrificed for him by staying at home to take care of our two children. Every time I heard him say these things, I would be deeply moved, feeling that I had truly married the right person. But after I gave birth to two children, when my appearance and figure were no longer as beautiful and delicate as before, Ryan turned out to be just like ordinary men, starting to find me repulsive. I don’t doubt that he loves me, just not as much as before. When I woke up early the next morning, my eyes were swollen. I hadn’t slept well and had been crying, making me look even more haggard. “Honey, I’ll bring you some supplements when I come home tonight. Look how haggard you’ve become,” Ryan said, though he was being thoughtful, I still felt a bit upset. Lena had made us breakfast early in the morning. Ryan took a bite and praised her, “Lena, your cooking has been getting better and better lately.” Stella chimed in from the side, “Aunt Lena’s cooking is really good, even better than mommy’s!” Lena seemed a bit embarrassed and smiled, “It can’t be better than your mom’s cooking, Stella. Don’t say that.” As Lena said this, she bent over to place a plate of fruit on the dining table, revealing a section of her slender waist. When Stella saw this, she laughed and said, “Aunt Lena, your waist is so slim, not at all like my mom’s thick one.” Stella’s words instantly made me sad. Although Stella was telling the truth, seeing Lena’s slender waist still made me feel a surge of inferiority. Ryan also heard Stella’s words. Although Ryan didn’t say anything, the gaze he cast on Lena’s waist made me very uncomfortable. There was admiration for a beautiful body in his eyes, while when he saw my ugly scars, Ryan’s eyes only held disgust. Probably noticing my dejected expression, Ryan comforted me, “Megan, you’re the most beautiful in my heart.” Ryan called my name and complimented me, but I didn’t feel happy because his gaze still couldn’t help but glance at Lena as he said this.
After the incident at the breakfast table, I inexplicably developed some opinions about Lena. I told myself in my heart not to be so petty. Lena was efficient in her work and had never done anything to wrong me. How could I have opinions about her just because she was younger and prettier than me? Megan Young, oh Megan Young, are you being too sensitive because of your pregnancy? I despised myself for this kind of small-mindedness. When I saw Lena’s sincere eyes looking at me, I even felt disgusted with myself. How could I treat the young girl like this just because I wasn’t pretty enough and didn’t have a good figure? Due to my guilty conscience, that day when I went out to buy things, I also brought back a new dress for Lena. Lena was so happy when she received the new dress that she tried it on in her room. “Thank you, sis! Why are you so good to me?” Seeing Lena so happy, the guilt in my heart also dissipated a bit. Lena was so happy that she even rushed over to hug me. But with this hug, I once again smelled the fragrance on Lena’s body. It was very familiar— Because I also had this perfume. The last time I didn’t think much about it, so I didn’t recognize it, but this time I smelled it carefully. This was clearly my perfume! I didn’t think Lena and I were using the same product because this perfume was custom-made by a friend of mine who works as a perfumer in France. There was no possibility of having the same scent. Moreover, Lena was just a little nanny. How could she afford a perfume that could be custom-made by a perfumer? There was only one possibility: Lena had secretly used my perfume. My eyes narrowed, but I didn’t say anything. After all, Lena was still young, and secretly using a bit of perfume wasn’t a big mistake. I gave Lena a meaningful look but said nothing as I left her room. Before I left, Lena was still happily trying on clothes, not noticing anything unusual about me. Maybe it was unintentional, I comforted myself. But after this incident, I couldn’t help but observe Lena, and I found some coincidences that were hard to explain. For example, the lipstick colors Lena usually wore were brick red and mauve, coincidentally the only two colors I kept after getting pregnant and throwing away my previous makeup. Also, Lena’s dressing style was almost identical to mine before I got pregnant. Almost all the styles of old clothes I had in my closet could be found on Lena. What made me even more suspicious was that Lena only had two days off a month, yet she, who had never learned dance before, went to learn ballet— And I was a ballet teacher before I got married. Everything Lena did seemed like she was imitating me, or rather, becoming me. This feeling made me very uncomfortable. I decided to talk to Lena openly and ask her if she was indeed imitating me. I walked to Lena’s room but found her wearing an extremely revealing ballet costume, admiring her impressive figure in the mirror. I was very confused. Just as I was about to walk in, she reached out and tore the clothes, leaving her almost naked. But there was a special kind of seduction about it. She made a phone call, “Have you made up your mind? If you have, come back.” Who was she calling? What had they made up their mind about, and where were they coming back to? Just as I was trying to understand, I heard the sound of our front door being opened. It was my husband coming back! Why would Ryan be back at this time? It was only three in the afternoon. Ryan should be at work in the office right now. I thought about the phone call Lena had just made, and suddenly had a premonition. Could it be that the person Lena called to come home— Was Ryan?
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