No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1551

Ian sighed. "It's just a shame my presence ruined your trip that time."

"If you knew you were in the way, why did you tag along?" Eleanor scoffed.

A flash of determination crossed his gaze, hiding a fierce, unspoken possessiveness. "Even if you hated me being there, I wasn't going to stay behind."

Besides, this wasn't the first time she had been annoyed by him, and he had never once backed down.

Eleanor was momentarily speechless at his shamelessness, unable to find a retort.

But thinking about it, ever since the divorce, no matter how cold or distant she acted, Ian had never truly stepped out of her and their daughter's lives.

He always found a way and a reason to appear in front of her, like a shadow she couldn't shake off.

"If I hadn't gone that time, would you have gotten together with Xavier?" he suddenly asked, his voice tight.

Eleanor froze, remembering that ski trip in Drexford. Xavier had joined them midway, the two kids had played together, and she and Xavier had gone off on their own, leaving Ian behind.

She felt her hand growing sweaty within his grasp. She tried to pull away, but Ian refused to let go, tightening his hold and asking with stubborn persistence, "Did you ever have feelings for Xavier? Did you ever think about being with him?"

Clearly, he was still hung up on that ski trip, feeling a lingering sense of grievance over being left out.

At the time, he had assumed she purposefully invited Xavier, which had angered him enough to snap, "Are you trying to force me to cut ties with Xavier?"

He had been genuinely furious back then, and now, he was bringing up old accounts to settle the score.

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