No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1301

Eleanor didn't notice her as her group quickly headed for the elevators.

"Oh my god! Is that Eleanor? She really owns the room."

"She's the real deal. Her accomplishments speak for themselves."

"In the world of scientific research, you can't get by without real talent."

"True that."

Faye listened to her colleagues' chatter, clutching the documents in her hand so tightly her knuckles turned white.

There was a time when she'd convinced herself Eleanor succeeded because of her father, because of Joel Kingsley, because of Ian, because of sheer luck—anything but her own merit.

But now, seeing this felt like a slap in the face. The stark contrast between them was suffocating.

"Faye? Faye," a colleague called her name.

"What is it?" Faye snapped back to reality, her expression sour.

"We should head up," the colleague said, giving her a curious look.

Faye followed them with her files. Just then, one of her colleagues asked, "Faye, I heard you were in the same year as Eleanor, and even in the same class. Is that true?"

"Yeah, tell us what she was like back in school!"

Faye's face suddenly darkened. She shot them a glare. "What she's like has nothing to do with me."

The two colleagues were taken aback and exchanged a confused glance. What had gotten into her? They quickly walked ahead, not daring to provoke her further.

[Faye, don't be so cold! It's just dinner. I won't do anything!]

Faye shoved her phone into her pocket, determined to ignore him. She had just gotten to her desk when her phone rang. Thinking it was Horace again, she was surprised to see it was her mother.

"Hey, Mom," Faye answered wearily.

On the other end, her mother's voice was choked with sobs. "Faye—your father just told me he wants a divorce. He's leaving us."

Faye shot up from her chair. "What?"

"I don't know what's gotten into him. He came home today and started a fight, and then he just brought up divorce! What have I ever done to deserve this?"

As her mother's cries filled her ear, Faye remembered Horace's texts. Could it be true? Did her father really have an illegitimate son somewhere?