No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1210

Laverne usually got wind of media news almost instantly, but today she hesitated to show Vanessa the latest report. Vanessa had been in a foul mood lately, her temper short.

But thinking that Vanessa had already offended Ian, it was probably necessary for her to stay updated on his recent activities.

In the end, Laverne took the tablet and went upstairs to find her.

"Vanessa, here's today's news. Take a look." With that, she placed the tablet with the prominent headline in front of Vanessa.

Vanessa had been lounging on the sofa, carelessly flipping through the latest fashion magazine. But when her eyes fell on the glaring headline, her fingers, holding the magazine page, tightened abruptly.

Beside her, Laverne carefully observed her expression.

Vanessa tossed the magazine aside and picked up the iPad. She sneered, "Rekindling an old flame?"

But her fingers scrolled through the photos, finally stopping on an image of Ian gazing intently at Eleanor.

In the picture, he was holding her laptop bag with care, shielding her head gently as she got into the car. Each image burned like a needle, sharp in her eyes and sharper still in her heart.

Laverne whispered, "Vanessa, you don't think Ian and Eleanor are actually getting back together, do you?"

A reconciliation would not be good for Vanessa at all.

"How could they?" Vanessa retorted sharply, but her chest heaved, and her eyes flashed with extreme jealousy. She was clearly deeply provoked.

Despite her words, Vanessa knew that Eleanor was no longer the woman she once was — the one who could be fooled by carefully crafted illusions of closeness, lost in the haze of her own marriage.

Her world then must have been very small, small enough to hold only Ian.

At that time, Vanessa, standing on various award stages, clutching trophies and looking at the photos of Eleanor, had felt nothing but disdain and a sense of superiority.

She had thought to herself, ‘Look, this is the wife Ian chose—a clinging vine with nothing but beauty and no talent, who can only survive under his protective wing.'

Back then, she had been confident that such an Eleanor was unworthy of Ian and would eventually lose her position as Mrs. Goodwin. One day, she would break them apart.

And she had indeed succeeded.

She successfully led Eleanor to believe Ian was cheating, successfully marketed herself as Ian's girlfriend abroad, and inserted herself into any event where Ian was present. Behind her glamorous facade, she had been a mess. She had once haggled with a shop assistant over a one-of-a-kind dress, bought fake bags and shoes to match her outfits, and spun a web of lies to a manager just to get into a high-end gala.