I worked as a live-in housekeeper for the Halden family for almost three years. After Mrs. Halden died of cancer, the house changed. The laughter faded. The boys became quiet. Their father, a tech millionaire, was almost never home.
Then his fiancée moved in.
To everyone else, she was perfect. To me, she was terrifying.
The children grew withdrawn. Bruises appeared. Excuses followed. Their father refused to see it.
One night, while he was away, I returned to the house and heard sounds coming from a locked freezer. Inside were the boys, barely conscious. I saved them.
She walked in calmly… and blamed me.
He believed her.
I was thrown out that night—but I didn’t walk away.
I investigated her past. Different name. Different husbands. Same pattern. Broken children. Ruined families.
With the help of a doctor, a lawyer, and recorded evidence, I caught her admitting everything: the abuse, the plan to institutionalize the children, even plans to poison their father.
When she realized she was recorded, she finally showed fear.
This time, she couldn’t lie her way out.
