Falling Into the Hands of the Devil Nanny, I Take Revenge Beautifully

I was pregnant.

My husband, Yahir Coe, who worked in the factory screwing screws like me, unexpectedly brought me to a big villa.

He told me that I didn't have to work anymore.

I thought he was a rich second generation who deliberately concealed his identity in novels.

But when I saw his secret, I realized that I had been deceived into a hell.

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"Jolie, this is the nanny I hired for you."

Before the surprise on my face dissipated, I noticed a woman in her fifties standing at the living room's threshold, her face round and plump, her physique sturdy and substantial.

"Carissa will take care of your daily life in the villa from now on."

Yahir Coe showed the test report confirmed at the hospital today to Carissa Farnham, and patted my belly.

It could be seen that he liked my child very much.

But Carissa took a look and expressionlessly put away the pregnancy test.

"Hubby, you are so good to me."

I didn't care about Carissa's reactions and leaned on Yahir's shoulder emotionally.

The next second, Carissa cleared her throat.

Yahir pushed me away as if he had heard something terrifying.

I fell on the sofa unprepared, looking at him in surprise.

Carissa came over and helped me sit on the sofa.

She blamed Yahir, saying, "Women are prone to miscarriage in the first three months of pregnancy. If you want this child to be born smoothly, don't beat her."

"Yes, I was wrong," Yahir didn't apologize to me.

He behaved like a criticized junior employee, nodding and bowing to the nanny.

I couldn't figure out his behavior.