No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1227

Vanessa felt a corrosive bitterness spreading through her chest, sharp and painful.

She had once been so close to this circle, so close she could almost touch it.

But now, they remained on their pedestals, shining brightly, while she didn't even have the right to approach them and say hello.

She once thought that by manipulating Henry, she could use Eleanor as a wedge to drive them apart, but ultimately, she had failed. Now, Xavier and Ian's relationship had been restored, which meant Xavier had likely given up his pursuit of Eleanor, leaving the field open for Ian.

After all, when Xavier's company faced difficulties overseas recently, it was Ian who had stepped in to help, further cementing their bond.

Now she was trapped by Walden Wells's side. Though it looked glamorous on the surface, only she knew the bitter truth.

Just then, Walden, who had had too much to drink, staggered over, supported by another guest. "Miss Shannon, Mr. Wells is drunk. You should take him home to rest. I've arranged a car for you."

Walden looked at Vanessa, his breath reeking of alcohol. "Vanessa, my little sweetheart, come here—"

His call of "sweetheart" echoed loudly in the relatively quiet banquet hall, instantly drawing the gazes of numerous guests—gazes that were curious, amused, and even openly contemptuous.

Vanessa felt her face burn as if on fire. She suppressed her emotions, walked over to Walden, and forced a gentle smile. "Walden, you've had too much to drink. Let's go home."

At that moment, all she wanted was to escape this humiliating place as quickly as possible.

Walden was indeed quite drunk, and when he was drunk, he had a bad habit of getting handsy.

Vanessa turned to take the purse, but as she did, her eyes instinctively flicked toward the main table.

The three men were indeed looking in her direction, but their gazes held none of the mockery she expected, none of the satisfaction of seeing her fall. They didn't even deign to grant her an emotion.

And yet, that was what made Vanessa feel worse than any scorn or contempt could. It was a collapse-inducing level of pain.

They didn't even exchange glances or show any desire to judge her, maintaining their superior composure and dignity.

Supporting Walden, Vanessa practically fled the banquet hall. Once they were in the car and the door was shut, she collapsed against the seat, gasping for air. The intense humiliation made her bite down hard on her lip.

For her, this wedding had been nothing but a complete and utter humiliation.