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Not Just A Nanny: The Genius Returns

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 761 | Released on: 15/01/2026

id, tossing a silver envelo

ands on a towel. "Bret, no. I've been separate

Achievement Award. He specifically a

who had taught her everything befo

d. "But I'm stayi

ee," Bre

ivate styling suite. The dress was gunmetal grey, liquid silk that po

ke a wife. She loo

divorce papers Georgina had given him. The handwri

ed by Georgina's lies. "She thinks she can

"Forget her. Let's go to the gala. I hear Morrison is a

"You're right.

eat Hall was transformed into a glit

aved at photographers, but the cameras were distrac

ng, looking like royalty.

rself with a regal grace that made Georgina look fra

ad to laugh at so

heart hammered a strange, er

..." he

llowing his gaze. Her fac

as A

er. She moved through the crowd, and people parted for her. He saw th

ere?" Easton hissed.

id quickly, her voice high. "Trying to

. He grabbed a glass of champagne and d

e terrace, breathi

the

uller, frail but sharp-e

red. Tears pricked her e

an said. "Medicine has missed you, my dear.

rying,

the

ston stormed onto the terrace, Georgina

oring Dr. Fuller. "What the h

e. She looked at him with a cool

ing, Easton. Unlik

d her arm. "Did you sleep with

his voice surprisingly strong. "

ller, with all due respect, this is a

t of his grip with a sharp, practiced move. "And Dr

hea? He had assumed she'd just latched onto

ugged at his sleeve, looking t

nted a finger at Althea. "You

e leaned in, smelling not of van

she whispered. "I'm worki

, presenting her back to East

boring" wife discussed enzyme inhibitors

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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.”