No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 207

Inside the elevator, Serena clung to her mother’s arm. “Mom, do you know something you’re not telling me?”

Gina gave her a sidelong look. “Serena, don’t bring this up in front of Eleanor again. What’s done is done—we have to accept it.” As they stepped into the lobby, Gina opened the car door and slid into the back seat.

Serena watched her mother’s car pull away, a cold smile curling on her lips. “Eleanor, did you really think the Goodwin family would be that easy to push around?”

She checked the time. If she wanted to find out where Eleanor was, there was someone who could help—Faye, who worked closely with Eleanor and had recently added Serena on social media.

Serena shot Faye a message. The response came quickly:

“Eleanor’s in a meeting at Meridian Dynamics. You can find her there.”

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Conference room, Meridian Dynamics.

Eleanor sat at the head of the table, deep in discussion. A knock sounded at the door, and before anyone could answer, Serena strode in, her voice ringing out like a command: “Eleanor. I need a word. Now.”

Eleanor lifted her gaze, seeing the hostility written all over Serena’s face. She turned to Byron. “Mr. Chase, excuse me for a moment.”

As soon as Eleanor stepped into the hallway, Joel—her assistant—rose and followed.

Serena stood waiting, eyes flashing with anger. “Eleanor, what the hell did you do to my brother? What kind of spell did you put on him? Why would he hand over eight companies to you?”

Serena let out an icy laugh. “Eleanor, from the day you married my brother, he never loved you. The only woman he ever cared about was Vanessa. Only someone like Vanessa is good enough for him.”

“I’ve already stepped aside for her. What more do you want?” Eleanor’s voice was flat, unwavering.

Serena faltered, then pressed on with a mocking edge. “Don’t you think it’s pathetic? You spent years loving my brother, and yet he never made room for you in his heart.”

Eleanor didn’t flinch. “You’re right. It is pathetic—six years wasted on someone who never truly mattered. But at least I’ve got the rest of my life ahead of me. I can finally live for myself.”

Down the hall, near the reception desk, Ian approached. The heated voices echoing from around the corner made him pause mid-step—just in time to hear Eleanor’s words.

Serena’s voice dripped with scorn. “If my brother meant nothing to you, then why did you shamelessly throw yourself at him all those years ago? The Goodwin family didn’t pay you to be his nursemaid. You enjoyed six years of comfort at his side, and now you play the victim? What a hypocrite you are, Eleanor.”