My Housekeeper's Son Stole My Identity

After Tyler, my nanny’s son, slept with my eighth strategic fiancée under the guise of "testing her loyalty," I had enough.

I called off all business-aligned dates and decided to date like a normal person.

Today, I had just bought my girlfriend an iced coffee when Tyler snatched it out of my hand and threw it straight into the trash.

He pulled out a cup of warm chamomile tea and handed it to my girlfriend, Chloe, with a greasy smile.

"You shouldn't drink iced stuff during your time of the month. Hot chamomile tea is much better for your body."