No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 165

"Please, have a seat, Mr. Jeffries." Ian gestured toward the chair and glanced at his watch. "Let's keep this brief. I have another appointment in ten minutes."

Frazier hesitated for a moment, then smiled. "Mr. Goodwin, there's been a misunderstanding. I'm not here to apply for a position at your firm."

Joining Goodwin & Co.'s legal department was every attorney's dream, but Frazier had always valued his independence—and he had no intention of becoming someone else's pawn.

Ian cut straight to the point. "What brings you here, Mr. Jeffries?"

Frazier opened his briefcase and placed a divorce agreement on the table. "I'm here as your wife Eleanor's representative, to discuss the terms of your divorce."

Ian's expression shifted. He stared at the papers, unmoving.

"You're telling me my wife wants a divorce?" He looked up, his gaze sharp and unyielding.

"She personally asked me to draw up the agreement," Frazier replied, sliding the contract across the table. "Miss Sutton has already signed. You're welcome to look it over."

Ian finally took the document, scanned the pages, then tossed it back toward Frazier.

"I'll discuss this with my wife before making any decisions," Ian said coldly, clearly signaling the meeting was over.

"Of course. I'll wait to hear from your attorney." Frazier calmly picked up the contract and left the office.

He'd expected as much. With someone like Ian Goodwin—a billionaire of his stature—this wouldn't be a simple divorce. It would take time and effort to resolve.

Ian stood and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, bracing his hands against the glass. His knuckles whitened. Outside, the city shimmered in the late afternoon light, but his reflection was hard and cold, like winter frost—calm on the surface, a storm underneath.

A few minutes later, he'd regained his composure. Ian grabbed his phone and car keys, ready to head home.

On the drive, his mother called, asking if he'd be joining them for dinner at Goodwin Manor. Evelyn was there.

"Yes. I want full custody, and nothing else. Please sign the papers as soon as possible," she replied, her voice steady.

"Why would you make this decision without even talking to me?" Ian's eyes narrowed.

"I didn't think it was necessary," Eleanor said quietly.

"We need to talk." Rubbing his brow, Ian looked exhausted, the red in his eyes betraying a sleepless night.

Eleanor noticed. She knew he'd spent last night at Vanessa's bedside again.

"There's nothing left to discuss." Her tone was unwavering. "I'm getting this divorce."

Ian was taken aback. He looked at Eleanor, his own tone just as resolute. "I don't agree to a divorce."