Not Just A Nanny: The Genius Returns

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 689 | Released on: 15/01/2026

house was finally quiet. Georgina had left an

ly light coming from a small desk lamp. The folder containin

r handl

nilla perfume. He loosened his tie-the blue one-and tossed it on

is temples. "What are you doing sittin

aiting for an apology, you're going to be waiting a long time. You emba

ea said. Her v

older across the

alked over, glancing down at the paperwork.

and laughed. It was a

across the polished wood and nearly fell off the edge. "Is this your new negotiati

jewelry, Easto

and amusement. "Althea, be realistic. You have no job. You have no money. You haven't

. "You won't last a week without the Harrington trust fund.

d the front of her jeans-she

he said. "Check the terms. I'

ker of uncertainty crossed his face

expensive alcohol and entitlement. "Stop playing games. Go upstairs, take a bath, and we'

ound his eyes, the slight bloat in his face from the drinking. She looked

re. Maybe he

Easton,"

d walked out

her, his voice echoing in the hallway, "I'm cuttin

on suitcase was waiting. She had packed it hours ago. No designer bags.

he had bought her for her birthday-the one that was technically in the company's n

door. The night air rus

ting at the curb. Not

ook back at the looming mansion that had b

a'am?" the d

dark windows of the

Biomedical Research," she sa

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“I spent five years as the perfect wife to Easton Harrington, smoothing his midnight-blue ties and fading into the wallpaper of his massive estate. I thought I was the heart of our family, but I was really just a ghost in a sensible beige dress. The illusion shattered at a charity gala when Easton's "family friend," Georgina, appeared in a gown that matched his suit perfectly. While they basked in the flashbulbs as a golden couple, I was literally pushed into the velvet ropes by a cameraman. No one noticed. Then my four-year-old son, Holt, slapped my hand away in front of the city's elite. "Don't touch me! You're not my mom, you're just the nanny. Daddy said so." The room went silent, but Easton didn't defend me. He just looked annoyed that I was causing a scene, making a sharp shooing motion for me to take the boy away. Beside him, Georgina feigned shock while her eyes crinkled in pure amusement. I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was a placeholder. They had stripped me of my dignity and even my child's love, treating my five years of devotion like a temporary staff position. I didn't scream. I just slid off the Harrington heirloom ring, tossed it into a fountain, and walked out into the night. Easton thinks I'm a penniless housewife who won't last a week without his credit cards. He doesn't know that I'm Dr. Althea Morrison, the "prodigy" researcher his company has been begging to hire. I'm not asking for alimony, and I'm not begging for a second chance. I'm returning to the lab to build an empire that will bring his to its knees.”