Under the umbrella, it was just the two of them.
Rain hammered against the muddy ground as the workers finished securing the headstone, completing their final tasks.
The storm was only growing heavier. One of the workers looked at Ian. "Mr. Goodwin, you should head back. It'll take us at least another hour to finish up here."
Ian nodded and looked at Eleanor. "Let's go back."
Eleanor nodded. As they turned, she instinctively angled the umbrella more toward him to keep him dry. Ian reached out and wrapped his hand around the handle.
"I've got it," he said, his voice quiet but solid.
He shifted the umbrella so that it completely covered Eleanor, leaving the entire left side of his body exposed to the downpour. They began the slow, slippery descent down the narrow path.
When Eleanor's foot suddenly slipped on the slick mud, a strong arm instantly wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him. For the rest of the walk down the hill, Ian kept his arm tightly around her, never letting go.
Back at the reception hall, the staff handed out dry towels. Eleanor patted her face dry, but Ian didn't come inside.
Eleanor's phone buzzed with a work call. She stepped out into the covered garden area to answer it.
From there, she spotted Ian standing in a secluded corner. He was leaning against a pillar, smoking a cigarette. The gray smoke curled up, blending with the mist and rain, blurring the harsh lines of his tall silhouette.
He looked profoundly isolated, yet entirely unbreakable.
He looked like a man who could carry the weight of this storm, and the entire Goodwin empire, on his shoulders alone.
His strength wasn't just in his title or his wealth—it came from his unyielding core and relentless will.
After finishing her call, Eleanor walked back into the hall. Gina approached her, inviting her to join them for dinner with two tables of extended family members who had stayed behind.
Eleanor didn't refuse, bringing Evelyn along to eat.
During dinner, Eleanor caught sight of the woman who had been talking so loudly earlier. She learned the woman was Shaun Wallace's wife, Miranda.
Eleanor didn't interact with her, but Miranda's venomous words from earlier still echoed relentlessly in her mind.

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The readers' comments on the novel: No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor)
Story not going anywhere....
I love this couple, I hope they get back together!...
Without Vanessa to serve as an antagonist, it’s turned a reasonably story into dead wood. I just can't anymore. After, Vanessa's life went downhill it was the perfect time to wrap up the story....
I dont Understand why he keep Clingy on that Girl Vanessa, this couple has Lack of Trust and communication to each other, Lan Never explain the reason what was goin' on, if i were on Eleanor i will do the same.. your his wife yet people around him Doesnt even know that your the wife 😅😅 fuck that 6 yrs of marriage😆😆 he even the richest man he hire thousand people to look for that vanessa girl but he didnt do it 😆 even giving her a jewelry with Million dollar as a wife its hurt to see this, even when she Nearly drawn at the pool with that Girl vanessa, Lan Save Vanessa over his wife😆😆 That Guy is totally a REDFLAG😆...
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