No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1213

The collapse of trust often begins with the smallest of cracks. In Eleanor's eyes, Ian's silence and lack of explanation were admissions of guilt and signs of indifference. She began to doubt, to feel insecure, to scrutinize everything about their relationship. The sweetness and certainty they once shared were slowly eroded by suspicion and disappointment.

When it came to reading people, Vanessa was undeniably precise. She exploited Ian's refusal to explain and Eleanor's deep-seated insecurities, patiently weaving a web of lies and misunderstandings that ultimately killed Eleanor's love for him.

"Vanessa, what are you thinking about?" Laverne's voice pulled her back to the present. She was curious about what new scheme was brewing in her mind.

Vanessa turned to look out the window, her eyes growing colder. Evelyn, the child she once used as a tool, was growing up, and all her old weapons had become useless.

Did she truly have no power left to fight back against Eleanor and Ian?

Just then, the sound of a car reached them from downstairs. Laverne's heart skipped a beat. She picked up her iPad and said, "Vanessa, I should get going. Call me if you need anything."

Laverne disliked interacting with Walden Wells, but as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she ran right into him as he was entering the house.

"Mr. Wells, you're back," Laverne greeted him with a warm smile.

"How's Vanessa? Is she in a better mood?" Walden Wells asked.

"Vanessa's been in good spirits today," Laverne replied.

Walden Wells glanced at her and waved a hand, dismissing her.

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