Not Just A Nanny: The Genius Returns

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 710 | Released on: 15/01/2026

lights in the formal living room were blazing. Sh

ed leather sofa, a glass of sherry in her hand.

tion of her manicure. "Easton called. He is furious. Leaving a cha

alked past the living room toward

care? You ungrateful little gold digger. My son pulled you out of obscurity, gave you

ly. The exhaustion was gone, re

run his household, raise his son, and tolerate his mistress parading around i

She has stood by Easton through everything! You are just jealous because she has clas

t door b

n, carrying a sleeping Holt. Georgina followed, he

g a finger to her lips. "We don'

anding by the stairs

not to wake the boy. "We are going to

to stroke Holt's hair. "Such a perfect famil

saw Georgina, and smiled. "Mommy G..." he

those words in her chest. It wa

, playing the role of the benevolent matriarch

. He glanced at Althea with pure disd

r. She turned and w

ind her. "Make me something to eat. I'm

ok back. "The kitchen is fully stocked. Or

asp. She heard East

e door. She didn't turn on the lights. She went str

y. Inside was a draft of a divorce agreement she had written two years ago, after the

alimony section. Spousal

vered over the

ed. She deleted the request for the house. She deleted the

ntence: The parties shal

rgina laughing-a sound that vi

a hit

l rhythm soothing in the quiet room. She w

d on the desk.

ready. Welcome ba

the title she hadn't used in five y

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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.”