No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1591

Vanessa Shannon scrolled through the news, feeling like a knife was twisting in her gut. Her life was falling apart. Aside from selling off her remaining assets, she had virtually no source of income left.

Fortunately, the jewelry Henry Holt had gifted her in the past could still fetch something on the secondhand market, though the resale value was aggressively slashed.

To ensure she could survive the foreseeable future, she couldn't burn through the cash all at once. The curtains in her room were drawn tight, the air thick with the faint, clinical scent of disinfectant and medicine. Vanessa curled up on the sofa, wrapped tightly in a cashmere shawl. Her complexion was pale, her energy drained, and that radiant beauty she once possessed was completely gone.

As she refreshed her feed, a headline caught her eye. The media had snapped photos of Ian Goodwin at the airport.

The man wore an impeccably tailored black suit, gold-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. The sharp lines of his profile and his confident, unhurried stride exuded total command and control.

"Following a recent passing in the family, Ian Goodwin makes a low-profile appearance, his somber expression reflecting his grieving state," the caption read. Just below it was a smaller line of text: "Insiders report that Mr. Goodwin and his ex-wife, Eleanor Sutton, have been interacting frequently as of late. Speculation of a potential reconciliation is high."

"Reconciliation..." Vanessa mouthed the word, biting her lip.

A suffocating wave of despair and hatred wrapped tightly around her heart, making it hard to breathe. If the couple she had spent years meticulously tearing apart got back together, it would be the ultimate slap in the face.

She would rather Ian marry someone else—anyone else—but not Eleanor.

Yet, fate seemed determined to deny her that satisfaction.

Her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and saw a message from a prospective employer. "We apologize, Miss Shannon, but we are unable to book your performance at this time. Thank you for submitting your materials."

Vanessa drew in a sharp breath. It was expected, yet the rejection still stung bitterly.

She needed money. She needed to maintain a respectable lifestyle and couldn't just live off selling her jewelry forever.

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