The billionaire secretly returned to find out if the nanny was abusing his children… but when he opened the door, he found something so shocking that for the first time in years he was breathless!

Nico ran straight towards Elena and hugged her leg.

Santi did the same.

They didn’t look for Gertrudis.

Not to Robert.

They looked for the nanny.

That detail struck Roberto with unexpected force.

Gertrudis saw it too.

And for a second, something dark passed through his eyes.

“Stay away from her, my children,” the woman ordered, advancing. “She won’t hurt you anymore.”

Elena took a step back.

Not out of guilt.

Out of fear.

A real fear.

Roberto recognized him immediately because he had been seeing him in the mirror for a year.

“Nobody moves,” he said.

The room fell silent.

Even the twins fell silent.

Roberto took a step towards Elena.

—I want an explanation right now.

Gertrudis spoke first.

“Don’t listen to her, sir. That woman has been filling the children’s heads with nonsense. She sings them strange things. She talks to them about Mrs. Alma as if…”

He stopped too late.

Roberto fixed his eyes on her.

—Like what?

Gertrudis blinked.

—As if I had known her.

The silence became unbearable.

Roberto turned back to Elena.

-Answer.

The young woman pressed her lips together.

He seemed to be deciding between two misfortunes.

Finally, she looked down at the children, stroked their heads, and said in an almost inaudible voice:

—Because I did know her.

Roberto’s hands froze.

—That’s impossible.

“No,” she whispered. “It isn’t.”

Gertrudis let out a short, dry laugh.

—That’s a lie. A miserable lie. We hired her because she needed a job. That’s all.

Elena looked up.

And for the first time, she no longer seemed scared.

She looked tired.

Very tired.

“You didn’t hire me,” he told Gertrudis without taking his eyes off Roberto. “You made me come here.”

The housekeeper paled.

—What are you saying?

-The truth.

Roberto felt the ground begin to move beneath his feet.

He remembered that day perfectly.

Gertrudis had told him that a girl from the village had arrived, recommended by a former nurse. That she needed the job. That she was discreet. That she wouldn’t ask questions.

Roberto, exhausted, accepted without checking too much.

Now each of those decisions burned within him like guilt.

“I want to hear everything,” he said. “But one false word and I’ll call security.”

Elena nodded slowly.

—My name is not Elena Ruiz.

Gertrude took a sharp step forward.

-It just is!

—My name is Elena Ferrer —continued the young woman—. I am Teresa Ferrer’s daughter.

Roberto took two seconds to react.

Then he turned white.

Teresa.