A Babysitter Who Was Considered a Part of Our Family for 5 Years Was Exposed by My Mom

In a gripping tale that has captured the attention of TikTok viewers worldwide, a woman recounts a decade-old family drama that reads like a thriller novel. With the cunning of a seasoned detective, her mother unraveled a web of deceit spun by the person they least suspected: their trusted nanny.

In a six-part series, TikToker Maryam Masoud retold the story of how they housed a fraudster in their home for years, unaware that what started as an ordinary employment arrangement would quickly spiral into an elaborate fraud scheme.

She began her video with a little backstory, saying the saga happened a decade earlier. At the time, she always told her parents how much she disliked the nanny. “I hated her growing up,” she said.

She then went on to say that the nanny was always on her phone. This, she believed, was because she had her family back in the Philippines and needed to communicate with them often.

Maryam also noticed that a lot of her stuff would go missing, but whenever the mom questioned her, the nanny would say Maryam was just irresponsible. “Two iPods were lost, my Lacoste purse, a bunch of little things here and there, some clothes, and she’d be like, ‘she’s just so reckless,'” Maryam revealed.

But that was only the tip of the iceberg. The family found intimate photos of the nanny, who was married, with the painter, who was also married.

But then, things got a lot more serious. Maryam’s dad received a call from his phone company saying that his phone bill for that particular month was way beyond the usual. It culminated in thousands and thousands of dollars, something that had never happened before. When the dad enquired how that could be, the phone company said there was a line that was using his credit card.

Remember, this was back in the day when bank statements would come in the mail. And so, Maryam’s parents began looking in the mail for the statements. When they couldn’t find them, they resorted to asking the bank whose name appeared on the account, but even that was an effort in futility. The bank told them the information was confidential.

The whole time this was happening, the mom never once suspected the nanny, but soon, the puzzle pieces started falling into place. Putting one and two together, she began realizing that the nanny, in addition to her and her husband, was the only one with access to their mail, their purses, and even the phone. Could it be her?

She did not want to believe their nanny could be behind it because they always saw her as family. Still, she needed to confirm that the nanny was, indeed, the one behind the whole thing.

So, she started looking through her contact list for someone who could help her figure the whole thing out. She did not want to accuse her without any proof. Soon enough, she had the confirmation she needed all along. It was indeed her nanny.

The mom confronted the nanny, saying she needed to leave and she would send her stuff to whatever location she wanted. The nanny, however, was adamant that she would not be leaving without her stuff.

The mom then said she’d call the police, and once they arrived, they asked Maryam’s mom to let the nanny get her stuff. The catch? She would look at everything the nanny took out of the house. It seemed like a fair enough arrangement for all parties. Still, the mom was shocked when she saw the things that came out of the nanny’s room.

When the nanny began packing her stuff, they saw that a lot of it did not belong to her. She had Maryam’s mom’s designer sunglasses, scarves, dresses, and even Maryam’s clothes. Feeling cornered, the nanny kept insisting that they were all her stuff, but the police eventually let the mom keep everything that belonged to her and her family.

But that was only the tip of the iceberg. The family found intimate photos of the nanny, who was married, with the painter, who was also married. Maryam’s parents filed a report against the nanny, but the saga was far from over.

They soon began a hunt for all the things that had been stolen by the nanny worth thousands of dollars. And yet the twist to the story was yet to unfold, revealing layers of deception far beyond mere theft.

Still, the nanny did not let it end there. She sued the family to the Labor Board, claiming that they made her work overtime, and were not treating her well.

It turns out the nanny had been stealing stuff from the house for years. In addition to clothes, she had also been stealing pots, pans, and carpets. “Literally anything you can think of; she took,” Maryam said.

The mom made a list of all the things she knew were missing and decided to let others around the neighborhood, all friends she hung out with, know about what had been happening right under their noses. Soon after, one of the neighbors reached out to the mom, saying she’d also found designer clothes and glasses, which also turned out to be Maryam’s mom’s.

The nanny had been stealing clothes from her boss and gifting the other nannies around the neighborhood for Christmas, Easter, and birthdays. When questioned, the second nanny also claimed she did not know the gifts she had received were stolen goods.

But it got even worse when the family discovered that the nanny had been sending big boxes of stolen stuff back to her family in the Philippines. And while it was undeniable that she did all this, the suit her boss’ family made against her did not stick because there was no video evidence of the same.

Still, the nanny did not let it end there. She sued the family to the Labor Board, claiming that they made her work overtime, and were not treating her well. Since these were two separate cases, it did not matter that she had committed fraud or even stolen from them for years.

Maryam disclosed that the nanny only spent a night in jail, and even in light of all the wrongs she had committed against the family, she went on to work in other households — and steal from them, too — and was in Canada for many years after the saga.

“I wish I could say that justice was served, but it wasn’t. I don’t really know what happened to her, but she didn’t get what she deserved. The only thing that she was actually charged for and was guilty of was the twelve counts or more of fraud,” Maryam concluded.

In sharing her saga, Maryam not only sought to close a chapter of her family’s life but to also open a dialogue about trust, betrayal, and the quest for justice. And her closing remarks? Be careful who you bring into your home.

While this nanny was committing fraud and stealing designer bags and glasses from her bosses and gifting them to her fellow nannies, another one was whispering things to Chloe’s husband, details of which turned her world upside down.

Imagine having your life all planned out — nice and neat, like those perfectly curated Instagram feeds. I thought the biggest drama in my life was choosing between yoga or pilates on a Sunday morning.

Then, one day, everything you thought you knew gets flipped on its head. That’s what happened to me, Chloe, a 35-year-old wife, and mother.

A couple of months back, my husband, Roger, insisted on hiring a nanny for our five-year-old son, Noah. He was all for it, and honestly, the idea of having a little extra help around the house sounded pretty appealing.

Enter Mia, our nanny, who was fantastic with Noah but… let’s just say, she got a bit too attached. She wasn’t just doing her job; I often saw her taking pictures with my son, buying him toys, even clothes, and shoes, and showing him off on Zoom calls to her family.

When I couldn’t take her abnormally nice a.k.a. “weird” behavior anymore, I decided to talk to my husband.

“Roger, this nanny we’ve hired… Don’t you think she’s being too sweet and friendly with our son?” I knew I couldn’t be the only one to notice Mia’s frankness with Noah. And even if I was, it only felt right to discuss this with my husband.

“Is being too sweet and friendly a bad thing, Chloe? Or are you jealous that Noah is finally getting along with someone besides you? You know what? I think you’re being paranoid,” said Roger, shrugging it off, making me out to be the villain for “accusing a nanny of being too nice.”

How was I supposed to explain to Roger that I wasn’t jealous of Mia and that my concerns were not unfounded? I left the conversation at that, without any justifications or further explanation. But deep down, I knew I was onto something.

Now here’s where the plot thickens. Two days later, I accidentally overheard a whispering conversation between Roger and Mia in the nursery that sounded straight out of a soap opera and confirmed that really bad gut feeling I’d had all along.

Mia practically pleaded, “I can’t wait any longer. We have to tell her!”

Roger, sounding like he’s in a spy thriller, retorted, “Are you truly ready to ruin four lives?!”

I was completely lost. Whose lives were they talking about?

I couldn’t wait any longer and entered the room.

Mia looked like a deer caught in headlights as her gaze shifted from Roger to me.

“Mia, please. Don’t…” pleaded Roger.

“She has the right to know! This baby is not only yours, so you can’t make such decisions alone!” Mia’s voice was firm, despite the growing tension in the room.

I couldn’t take the suspense any longer and entered the room.

“Is there something you need to tell me?” I asked, trying to maintain a calm demeanor.

Initially, Mia hesitated, her eyes nervously darting around the room. Finally, she looked at me, took a deep breath, and confessed, “Chloe, I never meant for things to get this far, but I think it’s time you knew the truth.”

“What truth?” I demanded, though, deep down, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to hear it.

“I have a son. His name is Jack. Your son, Noah, and my boy, Jack, were accidentally switched at birth in the hospital. When I found out, I was devastated. The hospital staff gave me your address and contact information and told me I could get in touch with you. I…” Mia paused, choking on tears.

Roger gave her a glass of water and helped her to sit down.

“I called Roger first and told him everything. However, he begged me not to tell you anything, fearing it would devastate you. So, we made a deal: I promised to stay silent, and in exchange, he allowed me to be Noah’s nanny, giving me the chance to spend time with my biological son,” Mia concluded, covering her face with her hands.

“When I met Noah, I instantly fell in love with him. But I also witnessed the immense love and care you and Roger have for him, Chloe, and the significance he holds in your lives. That’s why I wanted you to know the truth. I’m sorry if I’ve hurt your feelings in any way,” Mia added in a reassuring tone.

As the truth unfolded, it became apparent that both families had unwittingly raised each other’s biological children. Mia’s son, her biological child, was the baby I had grown to love and cherish as my own. My Noah. My son.

Roger and Mia told me how the hospital called both of our families when they learned about the mix-up. However, we never received that call because the hospital staff didn’t have our new contact information.

Later when Mia called Roger and told him everything, he didn’t believe her at first. However, when he checked her statement with the hospital, it all turned out to be nothing but the truth.

The complexity of the situation became overwhelming, and the weight of the impending revelation hung heavily in the air.

You can imagine the whirlwind of emotions I felt at that time – anger, betrayal, heartbreak.

“So, what now?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Do you expect us to just exchange the children like they’re library books? I will never, ever agree to that!”

Roger was quick to jump in, saying, “No one’s taking Noah away. But maybe you’d like to meet Jack? It’s only fair since Mia had the chance with Noah, and we deserve the opportunity to connect with our biological son.”

The next day, we took Noah and went to Mia’s house, where her husband and my biological son were waiting.

Standing at the doorstep of Mia’s house, my heart was a cacophony of emotions — excitement, dread, and a profound sense of longing. When Mia opened the door, the reality of the situation hit me like a wave. There, in the living room, was my biological son, Jack, his curious eyes mirroring my own.

“Chloe, this is Jack,” Mia introduced, her voice laced with a tremor of emotion. Jack looked up at me, a shy smile spreading across his face. “Hi,” he said, his voice soft but welcoming.

“Hi, Jack,” I replied, my voice cracking with emotion.

I knew I wanted to get to know my son, the one who had been taken from me because of an awful mistake. I longed to see him grow and to give him my love. Yet, the thought of someone taking away the child I had been raising and loving with all my heart for five years terrified me.

As we sat down later, Roger tried to lighten the mood with a few jokes.

“Looks like we’re going to need a bigger playroom, huh?”

The laughter that followed broke the ice, and for a moment, we were just two families, united by our children.

Watching Noah and Jack play together, their laughter filling the room, I realized that they were the true innocents in this entire ordeal. “They’re like brothers already,” Mia’s husband noted, his eyes not hiding the tears that welled up.

“Yes,” I agreed, feeling a resolve strengthen within me. “And they deserve to know the truth, but also to grow up with all the love we can give them.”

The family meetings that followed were a whirlwind of emotions, logistics, and legal considerations. “How do we even begin to merge our lives?” Roger asked during one of our discussions.

“We start with love,” I said, “and the rest we figure out day by day. This isn’t just about us anymore; it’s about giving Noah and Jack the best life possible.”

Mia nodded, adding, “It’s going to be complicated, but I believe this is the right thing to do. They should grow up knowing both families.”

So, we did just that. We found a big house, one that could accommodate our unconventional family unit, and set about creating a home. It was strange at first, navigating this new dynamic, but soon enough, our lives began to intertwine seamlessly.

The openness and honesty that our situation demanded brought us closer. “I never imagined our family would look like this,” Roger said one evening as we watched the boys sleep, “but I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“Me neither,” I whispered back. “This experience has redefined what family means to me. It’s not just blood; it’s the bond we choose to create and nurture.”

The journey hasn’t been easy. There were moments of doubt, fear, and frustration. But through it all, we learned invaluable lessons about love, resilience, and the true essence of parenthood.

Our situation may be unique, but the love we share is universal. It’s a reminder that sometimes, the most unexpected paths lead to the most beautiful destinations.

How would you handle things if you were in my place?

While you think about your answer, here’s another story for you: Claudia believed her world was defined by clear lines of status and success, until a chance encounter at her son’s school blurred those lines forever, teaching her a lesson in humility and the true value of connections. Read the full story here.