No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1221

With that, she pressed her face against Walden's chest, her shoulders trembling slightly. "It's you, Walden. You're the only one who's good to me, the only one I can lean on. If he weren't still tying me down with that contract, I'd want to stay as far away from him as possible for the rest of my life."

Though Walden Wells knew her words were a mix of truth and lies, they were what he wanted to hear. The anger on his face dissipated, and he patted her on the back, his tone softening. "Alright, alright, what are you crying for? Now that you're with me, you don't have to be afraid of anyone. I'll make sure everyone knows that you, Vanessa, are just as glamorous by my side."

Vanessa gritted her teeth in frustration. It seemed there was no getting out of this. She had to go to the wedding.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll go change into my gown right now. I won't embarrass you," Vanessa said, lifting her head and wiping away her tears, forcing a gentle smile. "I'll go get ready."

Vanessa walked into the dressing room and took a deep breath. If she couldn't avoid it, she might as well face it head-on.

Since she'd been with Walden Wells, he hadn't been stingy with clothes and jewelry. Vanessa looked at the sexy and striking crimson gown in her closet. The dress was adorned with fine sequins that shimmered under the light, dazzling and enchanting.

It was an exclusive piece from a luxury brand. Once, she had schemed and haggled endlessly just to get a one-of-a-kind item. Now, all she had to do was say the word, and the boutiques would deliver it to her door.

This was the feeling that money and power brought—what Ian had once given her, and what she was now getting from Walden Wells.

She stood before the massive floor-to-ceiling mirror, slowly letting her robe fall to reveal her well-defined curves. She couldn't help but admire herself for a few seconds before putting on the gown. She began to apply her makeup meticulously, and soon, a green diamond necklace was fastened around her neck. Vanessa stared, captivated, at her reflection, her fingertips gently tracing her cheek.

She had finally found her motivation for the day. She wanted Ian to see how beautiful she was, to make him regret being so blind and indifferent to her all those years ago.

She also wanted Henry to see that the woman he once worshipped as a goddess was still so beautiful, so radiant.

She imagined the two men seeing her. Would they be captivated, even for a moment?

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