My husband, Liam, and our nanny, Mia, just won the "Model Family Award" on social media. In the photos, they hug each other tightly, with my son Sam laughing between them. They look like the perfect family. Netizens praise them as the epitome of happiness. And I, the real wife and mother, am treated as an invisible woman, a boring housewife who knows nothing. Liam thinks I'm naive and easy to deceive. He doesn't know that while he plays house with the nanny, I've already turned our home into a trap. The net is tightening. Chapter 1 That day, after Liam went to work and Mia took Sam to his prep class, the technician I booked arrived. I used the excuse that "the circuit breaker keeps tripping" to ask for a comprehensive check. A few hours later. The technician packed up his tools: "Everything is installed as you requested. The locations are absolutely hidden, and the signal is stable." I clicked open the real-time feed on my phone—living room, dining room, study, guest room, main hallway, all clear. Cameras were hidden in book spines, wall lamp carvings, inside air vents, and even a micro device sewn into the badge of my son's favorite down jacket. Every angle was calculated. Even if looked at closely, it was hard to detect anomalies. I turned off the screen and placed the phone face down on the table. How this show plays out next depends on them. Chapter 2 A week later, the organizer of the "Model Family Award" issued a statement. After verification, the winner Mr. Liam and Ms. Mia in the photo are not a married couple. The award was revoked due to false information. As soon as the news came out, public opinion shifted instantly. The original envy and blessings were drowned by a wave of doubts: ['Outsourced'? I think it's 'Takeout'!] [Model family? More like Model Affair.] [Is the real wife invisible? This is disgusting!] The online uproar obviously affected Liam. Liam came home early. He slammed the door, tore off his tie, and threw it aside. As usual, I walked over to pick up his jacket. He turned abruptly, grabbing my wrist with great force. Eyes bloodshot, staring dead at me. "Sarah," his voice squeezed through his teeth, "You've been... a little too quiet lately." He leaned closer, breath hitting my face. "That award was exposed, the online rumors are so detailed..." "Did you leak it?!" Chapter 3 My wrist hurt from his grip. I looked up, meeting his angry questioning gaze. "Liam," I whispered, face full of confusion, "Haven't I been practicing calligraphy these days? You know that." He still held me tight, scrutinizing me. I looked back calmly, gently pushing his hand away: "Calm down." "Calm down. What good does it do me if this blows up?" I paused, lowering my voice, "But you are in a key position in the company. Many people are watching you. This event has such a big impact, could it be... someone wants to use this against you?" Liam's face changed colors, finally relaxing his grip, but his expression sank. "...Those old bastards." He gritted his back teeth, cursing low. I didn't say more, turned back to the study, continuing to spread out the rice paper. The next day, after they all left. I clicked on the playback. In the video, Liam indeed went into Mia's room again. Mia leaned in his arms, voice soft: "Is it... too risky now?" "Fear what." Liam held her, tone certain, "They want to take me down with this little noise? Too naive." "But I'm still a bit uneasy... especially about Sister Sarah." Liam sneered: "Her? Once this promotion review is over, I have my ways to make her nod." Light flashed in Mia's eyes, but she still hesitated verbally: "I'm afraid Sister won't be willing..." "By then," Liam interrupted her, voice turning cold, "It won't be up to her." Chapter 4 In the following days, Liam's reaction was swift. He recorded an apology video. In front of the camera, wearing plain loungewear, his expression sincere with just the right amount of fatigue, explaining it was just an ordinary pickup caught by accident. He emphasized that Teacher Mia in the photo is a professional child development specialist, trusted by the child for her diligence. "Didn't expect an unintentional mistake to take up so much public resource and bring trouble to Teacher Mia. Really sorry." He bowed slightly to the camera. His posture was low, explanation reasonable, even subtly creating an image of a "good man" who cares for his family but is troubled by public opinion. This operation was effective. Public opinion quietly turned: [Really sitting at home, pot falls from the sky.] [So open and honest, makes those speculations look dirty.] [Good to the child is good, he's frank.] [Heard he's a listed company exec, rare good man.] Some even started pointing fingers at me: [Shouldn't the real wife reflect on herself?] [Support divorce! Let people with love be together!] [Teacher Mia is the one truly good to the child, some bio moms are worse than outsourced.] Liam went with the flow, quickly registering a short video account named [Sam's Daddy]. The account started updating daily parent-child interactions intensively: reading picture books, building Lego, playing soccer in the park. Sam was naturally cute and not shy in front of the camera. Liam's captions were also carefully designed, creating an atmosphere of "patience," "companionship," and "growth" everywhere. Soon, the account attracted a batch of "Mom fans" and "Passerby fans." For a time, the image of "Deeply Affectionate Good Dad" became more deeply rooted. Zoey scrolled through those videos and comments, eyes red with anger, throwing the tablet on the sofa. "Using the child to whitewash, setting up a good dad persona, disgusting!" I took a sip of coffee from the table, tone waveless. "Seems the 'Outsourced Mom' providing 'Full Service' really satisfied someone." "Sarah!" Zoey was anxious and angry, "They are stepping on you to climb up!" "Aren't you going to do something? You still in the mood for coffee!?" I put down the cup, looking at the street outside. "What's the rush." I said. The glass reflected my calm profile. "The higher they stand, the harder they fall." Chapter 5 Two months later, the annual influence awards ceremony of a well-known platform was held as scheduled. With the recent surge in popularity, the [Sam's Daddy] account was invited. Liam dressed up specially, in a suit and leather shoes, high-spirited. He intended to bring Sam along, but gave up due to class conflicts. In the live broadcast lens, he walked on the red carpet, waving to both sides with a smile, dashing and elegant. The awards ceremony proceeded item by item. Finally, it was time for the "New Star of the Year" award. The big screen began to rotate the highlights of the nominees. When [Sam's Daddy] appeared, the screen changed abruptly... Several high-definition photos popped up without warning. Mia smiled and adjusted his tie, intimate posture; Under the dim street lamp, Liam and Mia hugged tightly; There was even one in the car, Mia biting his ear... The scene was instantly dead silent, then erupted in suppressed gasps and discussions. The director cut the feed hastily, but the live signal had already been transmitted intermittently. Although the shot was switched quickly, quick-handed netizens had already screen-recorded. Barrage and social media exploded. [WTF! Solid proof?!] [Those few seconds just now!!] [Didn't they say she's just a nanny?? Nannying into his arms?] [No wonder the 'family of three' looked so natural, practiced for a long time, huh?] [Recorded! HD Uncensored!] The spotlight no longer deliberately played his shots. But in a hasty glimpse in the background, one could still catch Liam's pale face. Chapter 6 The ceremony ended. But the fermentation online had just begun. Liam moved extremely fast. Overnight, he hired a top digital forensic team to technically analyze those photos. A few hours later. Report released. Conclusion clear: Photos show signs of synthesis. Liam immediately recorded a clarification video. In front of the camera, he looked slightly haggard, but his voice was hoarse yet firm: "Sorry to occupy public resources. I have a pure employment relationship with Teacher Mia, absolutely no improper behavior. The photos circulating online are maliciously forged, specific technical analysis has been issued by professional institutions (see graphic post). The innocent is clear, thanks to all friends who trust me." The wind of public opinion became subtle again. But this time, there was more vigilance in the doubts of netizens. [Technical report is out, is someone framing him?] [Photos did look a bit fake... let's wait and see.] [Don't believe either side yet, let the bullet fly a while.] Zoey bombarded me with voice messages while scrolling videos. "This scumbag's mouth is really hard! Still not ruined after this?" "I think those photos are real!" "What do we do next? Just watch him whitewash?" "Simple." I picked up my phone, tone calm, "Find a few reliable alt accounts, spread the news. Say those 'synthesized photos' at the ceremony were forged and released by me, the unwilling ex-wife, due to psychological imbalance." Zoey's voice spiked. "Sarah! Are you crazy?! Splashing dirty water on yourself actively? What exactly do you want to do!" I held the phone, smiling slightly. "Just do it." "Trust me."
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