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Evelyn Heart, the nanny my husband hired, was always putting on her whole "scared and fragile" persona. While driving me to my prenatal checkup, she freaked out at a tiny dog on the sidewalk, let go of the wheel, covered her eyes, and shrieked. Just as the car was about to crash into a fully loaded truck, she suddenly jerked the wheel. She actually used me, sitting in the passenger seat, as a human shield when the steel bars came flying at us. My mom, who was sitting in the back, and I got skewered by the flying steel bars, while Evelyn, behind the wheel, somehow came out completely unscathed. As I was dying, barely hanging on, Evelyn was calling my husband, her voice trembling with sobs. "Mr. Quinn, I... I think I caused trouble again," Evelyn whimpered. On the other end, my husband was sweating bullets. "Honey, please don't cry. I've got 15 million in the company account. Even if you get someone killed, I'll take care of it for you," he said. In the end, my mom died on the spot from her injuries, and I passed away on the way to the hospital. Afterward, as the bereaved family member, my husband, Henry Quinn, personally signed a letter of forgiveness for Evelyn. He shamelessly got laid with her right in front of my memorial photo. He even took the company I built from scratch and used it as a wedding gift to flaunt his grand remarriage. When I opened my eyes again, Evelyn was nervously pulling open the car door, looking all meek and submissive. She said she was taking me to my prenatal checkup.