I deftly sidestepped his touch. “Let’s go to the bedroom. I have a few questions for you.”

I asked our nanny, Julia, to watch Mia and led the way upstairs. Even if I set aside my suspicions about Liam and the teacher, why on earth had he told the school our daughter came from a single-parent family?

What was he planning? Some sordid plot to kill his wife for the insurance money, like in the movies? I could handle a fight head-on, but this kind of scheming… it was just revolting.

Liam didn't seem to register my mood. The moment the bedroom door clicked shut, he wrapped his arms around me from behind, his lips pressing against my neck. “Honey, it’s been too long. Did you miss me?”

I forced a brittle smile. Judging by his reaction, at least nothing had happened with Sophia in those two hours.

“Stop it. I need to ask you something. Why doesn’t Mia recognize me? What exactly has been going on for the past two months?”

A flicker of confusion crossed Liam’s face as he replayed our daughter’s behavior. “She probably just feels a bit distant since she hasn’t seen you. Give it a few days, she’ll be fine.”

I stared at him. “Is that really it? Then why does everything in this house feel so wrong? Are you hiding something from me?”

Liam’s arms tightened around me. “You just got back, honey. You’re exhausted. Don’t overthink things. You need to rest.”

I pushed his hands away. “No. I need to get to the bottom of this. If you won’t tell me, I’ll call the preschool owner myself.”

I grabbed my phone to make the call. Liam lunged, snatching it from my hand. “No, don’t call!” he yelped, a flash of pure panic in his eyes.

I didn’t press him. My cold silence was enough to make him spill the parts he was willing to share.

“When I was enrolling Mia, I had to fill out a questionnaire. Considering our family, I thought it was better to be low-key, so I just put down that she was from a single-parent home.”

“If you want to know what’s going on with Mia, let me handle it. Just talk to her teacher directly. There’s no need to bother the owner.”

Though I was still swimming in doubt, his explanation was plausible. From the day Mia was born, I had planned her entire life, from preschool to college.

I had invested a fortune to acquire this international preschool, even giving it its name. I’d secured a coveted spot for her, but because she was so young, I didn’t want her to be singled out or exploited. So, I’d never publicly revealed my ownership.

Liam and I both had our own investment portfolios to manage. This preschool had seemed like such a minor detail that it never even occurred to me to mention it to him.

Eventually, I’d almost forgotten about it myself.

“You were on your business trip when it was time to enroll her, so I took care of all the paperwork. Don’t you trust your own husband?” Liam pressed, eager to demonstrate his devotion to our daughter.

I couldn’t find any obvious holes in his story, so I decided to drop it. For now. The next day, I insisted on going with Liam to pick Mia up.

I also wanted to make sure her teacher corrected our family information.

The street outside the preschool was a parade of luxury cars; it was impossible to tell who was truly important.

Just as Liam stepped away to take a call, Mia’s teacher appeared, holding our daughter’s hand.

I already knew her name. Sophia Bennett, a recent college graduate. She had a soft, oval face, delicate features, and lips that were naturally red. Dressed in a simple frock, she possessed an effortless charm that was undeniably potent.

I took a second look. Even I had to admit, if Liam wasn’t drawn to her, his taste was seriously questionable. Sophia clearly recognized our car and walked straight toward it.

But when she saw my long legs emerge from the passenger seat, she stopped dead in her tracks. Her gaze darted from me to Liam, then to the car. Her words tumbled out in a rush. “What are you doing getting out of Mr. Harper’s car?”

I studied her, my suspicion spiking. Wasn’t that reaction a little extreme? I answered slowly, drawing out each word. “I’m getting out of my husband’s car. Is there a problem?”

The color drained from Sophia’s face.

“Mommy, you’re here!” Mia cried, breaking free and starting to run toward me, but Sophia yanked her back.

Sophia’s grip tightened on Mia’s arm. “Mia, what have I told you about trusting strangers?”

“But Teacher Sophia, that is my mommy…” Mia whined, tugging against her teacher’s hand.

Sophia held Mia close, her eyes scanning me with intense scrutiny. “Mia, you can’t let bad people fool you. This woman could be a trafficker, pretending to be your mom to snatch you away. You can’t just believe her because she says she’s your mother.”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or scream. I glared at Sophia. “What on earth are you talking about? I am Mia’s mother! I came here today with my husband. Do you still not believe me?”

Sophia didn’t flinch. “I’m sorry, but you will not get near Mia until I have confirmed your identity.”

“Our preschool keeps detailed records of every child’s family. If I believed every woman who tried to get close to Mr. Harper by claiming to be Mia’s mother, this child would have been kidnapped a dozen times by now!”