I Quit Being My Genius Boyfriend’s Nanny Chapter 10

I Quit Being My Genius Boyfriend’s Nanny Chapter 10

“Hi. I’m Luna’s boyfriend.”

Cole staggered back. “No. I don’t believe you. I’m her boyfriend. Her fiancé. Her husband!”

“We had a wedding.”

I laughed. “You never showed up for the license. And you ran off with Grace during the ceremony.”

“How does that make us married?”

“NO!” He shook his head, stubborn and wild.

“We’ve known each other for over twenty years. You can’t just let that go.”

“You’re lying to me!”

“This is my boyfriend,” I said calmly.

“Twenty years? You never let me into your heart. Time doesn’t mean anything if you were never there.” I lifted my chin.

“We were never equals-you needed me more than I needed you.”

“Your wedding? I don’t need it. But if you want to come to mine, you’re welcome.”

I paused and looked him up and down. “That is, if you show up looking like that.”

Cole froze.

The last bit of color drained from his face.

Cole had always struggled with emotions.

But this time, the pain cut deeper than anything he’d ever known.

He finally understood.

He’d been given everything-a brilliant career, someone who loved him completely. But he was proud, cold, and never appreciated any of it.

Now it was all gone.

But I didn’t care what he was thinking anymore.

I fixed Jace’s scarf, and we walked away without looking back.

I got into the car with him, leaving for a new life.

At home, Jace tied on an apron and went into the kitchen.

He washed strawberries, grilled steak, and opened a bottle of Bordeaux.

While we waited for dinner, he hung the laundry up neatly.

The air smelled like fabric softener. The couch felt warm and soft.

I’d met Jace a month ago through a friend.

I almost didn’t go, but he turned out to be handsome, kind, and thoughtful.

What got me most was what he said—with a smile-

that he just wanted a simple, happy life.

Something inside me stirred again.

He cut a piece of steak and held it out. “Luna, try it.”

It was hot. I winced, and he leaned in quickly.

“Careful.”

“Jace.” I looked down from the window.

Cole was still standing there like a hollow shell.

I snapped a photo and texted it to the doorman.

“Don’t let this homeless guy in. He’s not a resident.”

Jace read it over my shoulder and laughed.

I laughed too.

A moment later, I said, “Jace.”

“Yeah?”

“Nothing.” I took a sip of wine. “Just feeling happy.”

One night, I came across a post from an old coworker.

It was a link to an article titled “Where Are They Now? The Former Institute Power Couple.”

I opened it.

Grace looked thin and tired.

She’d tried a lot of jobs but never found one that worked.

She was now working at a small tutoring center.

There was more about Cole.

He’d quit the institute and spent his time drifting around New York.

People saw him often, but he was rarely sober.

He’d been drinking himself to death.

Days ago, he checked into a hospital.

He never came out.

I scrolled past the article and closed it.

In WhatsApp, Jace was away on a work trip, sending me ideas for our wedding photos.

Baby, baby, baby-he wouldn’t stop asking me to video call.

After a long call that left me flushed, I stepped out onto the balcony.

The snow was gone.

Grass and damp earth. A soft breeze.

Spring had come.