No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1594

But once the anger faded, a mountain of harsh realities stared her down: her mother's medical bills, the upcoming costs of the care facility...

Her mind drifted to a set of photos the media had recently published. Eleanor and Ian stepping out of a banquet hall, with Eleanor tucked securely under Ian's suit jacket, guarded like a precious, long-lost treasure.

It was the ultimate proof that her entire past decade had been a complete joke. She had wasted the best years of her youth trying to tear apart a man's marriage, only to end up bankrupt, discarded, and exiled.

The irony was suffocating.

Lately, Vanessa's biggest regret was not marrying Henry Holt when she had the chance. She had been so blindly obsessed with Ian, clinging to him like a lifeline, getting high off a single glance from him.

She had reveled in the thrill of hovering around Ian, relishing the fact that she was a thorn in Eleanor's side. But how was she supposed to know that Ian only ever had eyes for Eleanor? Even after three years of divorce, he had never given Vanessa a shred of a real chance.

Her meddling had only pushed Eleanor to thrive. Eleanor's career had skyrocketed, she was surrounded by incredible suitors, and instead of moving on, Ian had only become more fiercely obsessed and devoted to his ex-wife.

Vanessa knew Eleanor must have pushed him away countless times, yet Ian remained stubbornly by her side, completely shedding his pride just to be near her.

Even now, Vanessa stubbornly believed that Eleanor had stolen everything that rightfully belonged to her. If it weren't for Eleanor, the title of Mrs. Goodwin would have been hers.

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Meanwhile, back home.

Ian had been away on a business trip for three days. He called home every single night, but he spent most of the time chatting with Evelyn. Whenever he asked to speak to Eleanor, she would use work as an excuse and quickly hang up.

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