No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 125

Eleanor paused, her posture stiffening. She didn't owe him any explanations, but she wouldn't let Joel's reputation be tarnished, either.

"We're just here for work," she replied coolly, making no mention of the award ceremony tomorrow. There was no reason to explain herself to him.

"You're a mother. Remember your responsibilities—don't set a bad example for your daughter." Ian's voice was calm, but his words cut sharply.

Eleanor almost retorted, And you? Are you setting a good example as a father? But she thought better of it. Even exchanging words with him felt like a waste of breath.

"Evelyn, let's go. It's getting late," Eleanor said, turning to her daughter.

"Okay, Mom." Evelyn hugged her stuffed animal and hurried over.

"Good night, Dad!" Evelyn waved as she followed Eleanor out. They'd barely reached the doorway when they ran into someone—a woman in a striking dress.

Vanessa looked freshly showered, her figure accentuated by a low-cut, body-hugging gown. She flashed a sultry smile. "Heading out already, Ms. Sutton?"

Eleanor didn't bother responding, but Evelyn looked up, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. "Mrs. Shannon, how come you're visiting my dad so late?"

"I just need to have a quick chat with your dad," Vanessa said, her smile never wavering.

Eleanor felt a wave of disgust. Vanessa was shameless—flirting with Evelyn's father while wearing a mask of false sweetness, preying on a child's innocence.

As Eleanor led her daughter into the elevator, she heard the doorbell ring somewhere down the hall.

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The next morning, Eleanor dressed Evelyn in a lovely dress—today was the day she'd receive her award. Eleanor herself wore subtle makeup, looking polished but understated.

"Mom, you look so pretty—prettier than a movie star!" Evelyn exclaimed.

"Thank you, sweetheart. You look beautiful too." Eleanor ruffled her daughter's hair just as her phone buzzed with a new message.

"Okay!"

More guests arrived by the minute—school teams, research groups from all over the country, the hall filling with a gentle hum of voices and anticipation.

Evelyn sat between Joel and Eleanor, quietly watching the guests file in.

"Mom, I need to pee," Evelyn whispered suddenly.

Eleanor scooped her up and headed toward the restrooms.

Meanwhile, a couple entered through the main doors. After exchanging a few polite words and handshakes with a greeter, they were led to the reserved seats in the front row. It was Ian and Vanessa.

Ian glanced toward the second row, where Joel sat absorbed in his phone. Neither man acknowledged the other, and Ian took his seat in the front with Vanessa.

On stage, assistants were busy with last-minute preparations. Vanessa glanced around, growing impatient. Where was Faye? She'd planned to surprise her by coming to the ceremony without warning, but now she wondered if something had delayed her friend. With twenty minutes to go before the program started, Vanessa hoped Faye would arrive soon.