No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1593

She shot the handsome young doctor in the white coat her signature, flirtatious gaze.

In the past, her allure was enough to make any man unable to tear his eyes away after just one look.

With the exception of Ian, of course.

However, this time, things didn't go as expected.

The doctor was engrossed in his phone. Sensing someone step in, he merely tilted his head, let his gaze sweep past Vanessa without a second thought, and went right back to his screen.

As Vanessa stood beside him, he seemed to catch a whiff of something unpleasant. His brows knit together in a subtle frown.

That tiny reaction made Vanessa's face burn hot. She froze, as if she'd been slapped.

It hit her immediately—in her rush to get to the hospital, she hadn't put on any perfume. The faint, sickening odor emanating from her illness had reached his nose.

She could often smell it herself, a metallic, cloying stench that turned her own stomach. In the confined space of the elevator, a doctor with a trained sense of smell would undoubtedly pick up on it.

At the very next floor, the doctor stepped out. Vanessa felt as if a branding iron had been pressed to her face, searing straight through her fragile pride.

She knew he had gotten off early just to escape the confined space with her.

That simple action was far more humiliating than any verbal insult or look of disdain.

Vanessa stood rooted to the spot. When the elevator finally reached the lobby, she practically sprinted out of the building.

She ducked into a first-floor restroom and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was deathly pale, dark circles bruising the hollows under her eyes, her once-luminous skin now dull and dry.

How had it come to this? How had the radiant piano goddess, once adored by the masses, fallen so far?

She used to be the center of attention at high-society galas, chased by endless suitors. She was the unattainable dream for men like Henry Holt, the absolute idol of her fans.

But now, she was no longer the dazzling Vanessa Shannon. In the eyes of the world, she was just a haggard, plainly dressed, sickly woman completely down on her luck.

Her phone buzzed. She picked it up, and the message on the screen sent a fresh chill down her spine.

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