No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 432

Eleanor thought he wanted to speak with her privately. When she pushed open Byron’s office door, she found Ian standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

She stopped short, every nerve in her body going on high alert. Her gaze turned icy as she looked at him.

Ian turned around, his expression as distant as ever. “I’ll be picking Evelyn up this afternoon and taking her to my mother’s house for dinner.”

He was, in his own way, asking for her permission.

“Have her back by nine,” Eleanor replied coolly. He had visitation rights—eight times a month. From now on, she intended to count every single one.

She turned to leave, but Ian called out, “Wait.”

Eleanor didn’t turn back. She simply stood there, waiting for him to speak.

“The Vaughn family is interested in arranging a marriage alliance with my family,” Ian said, his voice low as he walked closer. “If you don’t want trouble from the Vaughns, you should keep your distance from Xavier for a while.”

He paused, his tone cold and certain. “I told you, the Vaughns would never let their heir marry a divorced woman with a child.”

Rage surged through Eleanor. She spun around, her laugh sharp and bitter. “Oh? So you look down on divorced women now? Am I cheap in your eyes, Ian?”

He frowned. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Ian, I admit I made a mistake choosing you, but that doesn’t give you the right to belittle me, to keep treating me like I’m beneath you.” Her voice rose, trembling with anger. “For six years of marriage, I was nothing to you but a free maid, a means to an end. And now you want to pretend you care? Who are you trying to fool?”

His face shifted, as if he wanted to protest. “I never—”

She cut him off. “Never what? Never looked down on me? I ended up a divorcée because of you. Marrying you is the biggest regret of my life. From now on, whoever I spend time with is none of your business.”

“I just heard from Laird—Mr. Goodwin and Eleanor had a huge argument in Mr. Chase’s office. No idea what happened.”

“Eleanor had a fight with Mr. Goodwin? Didn’t she just pull off that big experimental test?”

“Probably something personal. Laird said Mr. Goodwin lost it and knocked all of Mr. Chase’s files to the floor. Must have been completely out of control!”

Faye stepped out of her stall, having overheard everything. She looked at the assistant who’d been speaking. “Are you serious?”

“Of course! But, you know, let’s not spread this around.”

Faye’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Don’t worry. My lips are sealed.”

If Ian and Eleanor were fighting, it probably wasn’t about work. Could Eleanor be jealous? After all, when her sister landed in the ICU, Ian had stayed by her side three days and nights straight.