No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1217

She started to rack her brain for a way to get out of attending. Everyone in Henry's circle knew her.

She could just imagine the looks of contempt she would receive when she walked in on Walden Wells's arm. The 'piano diva' image she had so carefully built would crumble in an instant. For her, it would be social suicide, an unbearable public execution of her character.

But if she didn't go, Walden would certainly be displeased, and she couldn't afford to lose his backing right now.

She would have to wait until the third day and come up with an excuse then.

No matter what, she had to find a way to avoid this public humiliation.

***

That evening, Eleanor arrived home at eight-thirty to find her daughter wasn't there. Joslyn told her Ian had taken her down to the community playground.

Eleanor sent Ian a message, asking when he was bringing their daughter back up.

[Evelyn wants you to come down for a bit. We're at the playground. Can you join us?] Ian replied almost immediately.

Eleanor stared at the message, hesitated for a moment, then changed into a comfortable pair of flat shoes and went out.

The community playground was brightly lit on the early summer evening, filled with the laughter of children. From a distance, she saw Evelyn, dressed in a princess gown, playing with another little girl. Eleanor looked closer and broke into a delighted smile.

It was Vivian.

Eleanor's gaze swept across the area and settled on the nearby seating area, where three men with commanding presence stood, creating a rather eye-catching scene.

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