THE MILLIONAIRE CHECKED 16 SECURITY CAMERAS TO PROVE THE NANNY STOLE… BUT THE REAL THIEF WAS SLEEPING IN HIS BED

Not just contempt.

Jealousy.

Rosalía loved the boys with the patience Paulina never had. She knew which twin hated peas, which one had nightmares after thunderstorms, which one pretended to be brave when he was scared. She knew the songs that calmed them and the stories that made them laugh.

Paulina knew how to dress them for Christmas photos.

And that was not the same thing.

“You should sleep,” you said.

Her eyes narrowed.

“That’s it?”

“For tonight.”

She studied you, suspicious.

Then she turned and walked toward the door.

Before leaving, she looked back.

“Don’t become sentimental over a maid.”

Your hand tightened into a fist under the desk.

But you let her go.

Because Gabriel was right.

Anger would give her time to lie.

Evidence would give Rosalía freedom.

At 3:20 in the morning, Gabriel called again.

“I found her,” he said. “Rosalía is still at the station. I’m sending one of our criminal attorneys there now.”

You closed your eyes.

“Thank you.”

“Héctor, there’s something else.”

Your stomach tightened.

“What?”

“The officer who handled the arrest said your wife insisted on pressing charges immediately. She also requested that Rosalía be barred from contacting the children.”

You opened your eyes.

Of course.

Paulina didn’t just want Rosalía humiliated.

She wanted her removed from Santi and Mati’s lives.

Gabriel continued.

“And she made a statement that Rosalía had been acting ‘unstable’ around the boys.”

You stood.

“She said what?”

“She’s building a story.”

You looked toward the ceiling, toward the room where your sons slept.

“No,” you said. “She’s been building one for a while.”

By morning, you had not slept.

You showered, changed, and went to the twins’ room before sunrise. Santi was curled on one side of the bed, Mati on the other, both still wearing the clothes they had cried in.

Santi woke first.

His eyes were swollen.

“Daddy,” he whispered, “is Nana in jail?”

You sat on the edge of the bed.

“For now, but I’m helping her.”

“She didn’t steal.”

“I know.”

Mati opened his eyes immediately.

“You know?”

You looked at both boys.

“Yes.”

Santi sat up.

“Then bring her back.”

The simplicity of children can be merciless.

They do not understand police reports, legal timing, forged accusations, or adult strategy. They understand only that someone they loved was taken while adults stood by.

“I’m trying,” you said.

Mati’s chin trembled.

“Mom said Nana lied.”

You took a breath.