No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1293

Affection that comes too late is worthless.

It was only fair that Ian got a taste of loving someone he could never have. It was his penance.

Vanessa let out a long breath. The man she couldn't have was getting the cold shoulder from another woman. Was there anything more satisfying?

Eleanor, you'd better keep that pride of yours and never give Ian a chance. Just live out your life married to your career!

And she, Vanessa, would just enjoy the show from the sidelines. She would watch Ian exhaust every trick in the book, and she would watch Eleanor remain completely unmoved.

Fate really was fair. Ian was finally paying the price for his past actions, getting a taste of what it was like to walk through fire to win back an ex-wife. She couldn't wait to see him get burned.

Vanessa knew better than anyone how Ian had remained celibate for Eleanor over the past ten years, because she had diligently guarded him on Eleanor's behalf.

As for the incident in the dressing room she had mentioned earlier, it was no accident. It was her own deliberate setup.

Originally, Ian had been pressuring her to sign an experimental consent form under Dr. Smith's purview. Wanting Ian to see her at her most charming during her concert, she had asked him to meet her in the dressing room.

Just as she was working her magic on him, her assistant sent a text: Eleanor was here.

A malicious idea instantly formed in Vanessa's mind. Timing it perfectly, she pretended to trip on her gown, falling so that her head hit Ian's lap. Before he could react, her hair became tangled in his belt buckle.

At the same time, she intentionally pulled at the shoulder strap of her dress, creating a more suggestive, disheveled illusion.

The moment Eleanor pushed the door open, she was greeted by that exact scene.

Anyone would have connected the dots, assuming Vanessa was trying to please Ian. After all, with the concert about to start, there wasn't much else she could do but… that.

Ha! And didn't that just make his current pursuit of Eleanor all the more difficult?

Coupled with the misleading things she'd just said, that incident would forever hang between them.

Eleanor and Ian could be partners, fine. But getting remarried? Not a chance.

She didn't mind being a spectator. And when the time was right, she'd add a little more fuel to the fire, ensuring Ian's path to winning her back was cut off for good.

Vanessa smoothed her dress and walked back into the banquet hall. Her eyes immediately found Ian, standing in the center of a group of powerful men, as brilliant and captivating as the moon.

That silver-white hair only enhanced his sophisticated, aloof aura. What a shame, she thought. Such a prime specimen of a man was going to live out his days in lonely devotion to Eleanor.