No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 242

Eleanor had just grabbed her bag when Ian caught up to her. “I’ll go with you,” he said.

“That’s not necessary,” she replied, her tone firm.

Still, when Eleanor pulled out of the driveway and headed for the school, Ian’s car followed close behind.

Worry for her daughter consumed her, leaving no room to care about Ian’s persistence. She sped all the way to the school, barely stopping before she jumped out and hurried inside.

Once inside, Eleanor spotted Evelyn immediately. Her little girl was huddled on the floor, trembling uncontrollably, her hair a tangled mess, cheeks flushed, and tears streaming down her blotchy face. Her eyes—usually so bright—were dull and vacant.

“Evelyn,” Eleanor whispered, her own eyes filling with tears. She dropped to her knees and gently gathered her daughter into her arms. “I’m here, sweetheart. It’s okay. Don’t cry.”

“Mommy,” Evelyn hiccupped, her voice raw, “what Coco said isn’t true, is it? You and Daddy aren’t getting divorced, right? I’m not an unwanted kid… I have both of you… I have Mommy and Daddy….” She broke down, sobbing so hard her words dissolved into whimpers.

Each sound from her daughter was like a knife to Eleanor’s heart. She’d made the wrong choice years ago, and now Evelyn was suffering the consequences with her.

“Evelyn, no matter what happens, you have to know—Mommy and Daddy will always love you,” Eleanor murmured, trying to soothe her.

She had barely finished speaking when a deep voice sounded behind her. “Evelyn, Daddy’s here.”

Evelyn’s head snapped up. Relief and joy lit her tear-stained face as she wriggled free from Eleanor’s arms and threw herself at Ian. “Daddy! I missed you so much…”

The teachers, sensing the family needed space, quietly stepped out of the room and closed the door behind them.

Evelyn’s cheeks were still streaked with tears. Sniffling, she looked up at Ian. “Daddy, is it true? Are you really divorcing Mommy?”

Eleanor’s whole body tensed. She looked from Evelyn to Ian, holding her breath.

Ian gently wiped Evelyn’s tears away, his expression serious. “Yes, your mom and I are getting divorced. But even if we live apart, we both love you very much. That will never change.”

Eleanor felt a sharp stab of pain, sharper than she’d expected. Clearly, Ian could be even more resolute than she was.

Vanessa didn’t call again. Soon, Ian pulled up in front of Eleanor’s house.

Eleanor carried Evelyn inside and hurried upstairs. After tucking her daughter into bed, she straightened up—only to be hit by a sudden wave of dizziness, whether from nerves or sheer exhaustion she couldn’t say.

She swayed, but before she could fall, a strong, steady arm caught her around the waist.

Ian’s hand was warm through the thin fabric of her blouse. Eleanor bristled, fighting the urge to melt into his touch. She forced herself upright and shot him a glare. “Get out.”

“I want to be here when Evelyn wakes up,” Ian said quietly.

At that moment, his phone chimed with a text. He glanced at the screen, and his expression darkened. Turning to Eleanor, he said, “Something’s come up. Take care of Evelyn for me.”

Without waiting for a reply, Ian strode out the door.