Fake Amnesiac

Ambrose's face instantly turned deathly pale. He turned to exchange a glance with Maryanne. Both of them looked utterly shocked.

"Giselle, what nonsense are you spouting? Where did you get the nerve to talk to your employer like this?"

I smiled. "Take off the necklace and give it back to me, or I'll call the police and report you for burglary!"

Maryanne's face turned bright red. She clutched Ambrose's sleeve, stomping her foot in frustration. "Honey, she's making a fuss over a simple necklace! Just kick this insolent nanny out!"

Ambrose clenched his fists with a dark and ruthless expression.

"Giselle, you'd better know your place!" As soon as he said that, he suddenly clutched his head and let out a muffled groan.

Maryanne immediately rushed to support him, her tears falling instantly. "Honey, what's wrong? Don't be upset; I'll take you to see a doctor!"

With that, the two of them left together, and the hospital room fell into silence once more.

It was all an act. I knew that Ambrose was only pretending to be in pain, hoping to distract me with worry so I wouldn't notice the cracks in his lies.

But what he didn't know was that I already knew everything.

I sat still for a moment, then lifted the blanket and picked Alexis up. "Alexis, I'll never give you away to anyone. Let's leave, okay?"

Alexis wrapped her small arms around my neck and nodded firmly.

I took her home. I'd intended to go into the bedroom to gather my documents, but then I overheard Ambrose and Maryanne talking.

"Ambrose, you promised to make Alexis my daughter. You can't go back on your word."

My body trembled violently. Before, I'd thought that Ambrose wanted to transfer Alexis onto Giselle's family register just to keep up appearances.

I'd never thought he actually planned to give Alexis to Maryanne.

"Don't worry, I'll keep my word. I know you can't have children, and you want one of your own. Be good; I'll handle Giselle."

"But she's compromised on everything else, yet she refuses to let go of Alexis. What can you do?"

"I'll keep pretending to be sick and scare her. That stupid woman will definitely fall for it."

Soon, their conversation faded into muffled, intimate noises.

I stood at the door with a hand pressed against my chest, struggling to remember how to breathe for a long time.

I'd never realized how heartless Ambrose could be. He'd used me, his wife of so many years, as a pawn and was now treating our daughter like a gift he could give just to please his so-called true love.

I'd never believed in marriage. It was only because he'd moved me that I'd agreed to hold a wedding with him, even though we'd never registered our marriage.

After Alexis had been born, she'd been included in my family register, not his.

If I hadn't discovered his lies, I might not have been able to legally call Alexis my daughter now. A chill ran down my spine. Holding Alexis tightly, I returned to the nanny's quarters, packed my belongings, and quickly booked a flight out of the country.

The bank cards, deposit slips, and property deeds—everything was in my name. None of it had anything to do with Ambrose.

But still, nothing could compensate for my lost necklace or the eight years I wasted on him.

I contacted the insurance company and reported my stolen necklace, instructing them to investigate the matter the next day. Then, I picked up Alexis, ready to leave.

As I passed by the master bedroom, the door opened.

My gaze met Ambrose's, and his eyes filled with surprise. "Giselle, weren't you sick? Why are you back?"

Dressed haphazardly, Maryanne leaned against him and looked me up and down. "Giselle, if you dare do anything to my daughter, my husband will never let you off!"

The concern on Ambrose's face quickly shifted into anger. He grabbed my wrist in a tight grip.

"Giselle, don't push your luck. We only let you stay as Alexis' nanny for her sake. Maryanne is her real mother!"

Alexis squirmed in my arms, her tiny hands slapping against the one gripping me. "Bad man! Don't hurt my mommy!"

I recalled that our flight was going to depart in two hours and gently held Alexis still. "Alexis, don't make a fuss. I'm just a nanny, remember?" Turning to Ambrose, I said, "Mr. Miller, I'm taking Alexis to the amusement park now. Please let go of me."

Ambrose hadn't expected me to be so obedient. His eyes flashed with astonishment, which quickly turned into barely concealed delight.

He was satisfied and instructed me to return early so we could go to the civil registry office with Maryanne to transfer Alexis' family register.

I nodded expressionlessly, holding Alexis tightly as I walked out the door. Then, I headed straight for the airport.