I Quit Being My Genius Boyfriend’s Nanny Chapter 01

I Quit Being My Genius Boyfriend’s Nanny Chapter 01

My best friend and my boyfriend were both geniuses with Asperger’s.

And I was the one who kept their world running.

At seven, they debated high school textbooks while I packed their bags.

At seventeen, they got into the University of Chicago together.

I ended up at the community college down the street.

At twenty-five, they were PhDs—rising stars at a top research institute.

I was just an assistant.

We shared an apartment.

I cooked, I cleaned, and I never understood a word they said.

Even my wedding became another place for them to talk about work.

“Cole, the ceremony’s starting.”

I tugged his arm, trying to pull him toward the altar.

“What?”

“The wedding—”

“Not you.”

He wasn’t looking at me. His eyes were on Grace.

“What was that parameter you mentioned?”

Grace patted my arm like I was a child.

“Don’t be difficult. We’re in the middle of something. Just hold it together for now. ”

“It’s just a wedding. We can always do it again.”

They launched back into their data, voices rising with excitement.

Then they stood up—and left.

Rushed out of the venue, straight for the lab.

Knocked over the champagne tower on their way out.

I stood there alone.

Bridal gown soaking in spilled champagne.

But this time, I didn’t clean up after them.

Another wedding?

No. I didn’t want one.

I didn’t want to be the genius’s bride anymore.

—

Two in the morning. The front door clicked open.

They walked in, still talking—loud enough to wake me up.

“Cole, see? I told you my parameters were right!”

He pinched her cheek. “You just got lucky.”

Then he saw me standing in the hallway.

He tossed his clothes on the floor.

“Luna, wash these. And make us some pasta. Grace is hungry.”

He didn’t ask about the wedding.

He didn’t care how it ended.

“I’m tired,” I said.

For the first time, I said no.

Cole froze.

Grace elbowed him.

“Idiot. She’s mad. You ditched her at the wedding for an experiment.”

She pinched his chest, laughing.

“There—I punished him for you. Don’t be mad, best friend.”

Cole rubbed his eyes, exhausted.

“Luna, we’ve had a long day too. Can you not make things harder?”

“It was just a wedding. The experiment was more important. No one cares about the ceremony except the bride.”

“We’ll do another one—bigger, better.”

But this wasn’t the first time.

Two years ago, our graduation trip.

I waited seven hours at a foreign airport. They’d lost track of time in the lab.

One year ago, the engagement dinner.

Grace said something was wrong with the equipment.

Cole left. I stayed behind to explain.

For the past six months, I’d tried four times to get him to the county clerk’s office for our marriage license.

Every time, the lab came first.

In their world, I never came first.

“What do you mean, ‘just a wedding’?”

No one even heard my question.

They were already back to their papers.

Everyone said how lucky I was.

How successful my fiancé and best friend were.

But I was done being invisible.