No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 333

In the early hours before dawn, Vanessa’s agency issued a statement: due to health reasons, she would be unable to complete the filming for the International Women’s Day campaign and would be withdrawing from this year’s promotional activities.

Eleanor was still awake when the announcement went live. She opened the agency’s statement, unsurprised by the news.

Vanessa would never dare risk her reputation by challenging her directly—especially after everything that had come out about her and Ian. The truth was out there, and Vanessa held no moral high ground.

Even Ian hadn’t bothered to call her about it.

Her daughter was off-limits. Untouchable. Anyone who crossed that line would regret it.

The next morning, as Eleanor dropped her daughter off at school, she pulled the teacher aside for a quiet word, asking her to keep Evelyn away from Vanessa.

The teacher apologized at once. “I’m so sorry, the new semester just started and things have been a bit chaotic. I didn’t realize.”

Eleanor couldn’t blame her.

She checked Vanessa’s statement again—now even the women’s council had posted a message expressing their regret, confirming that Vanessa was officially out of the campaign.

On her way to the lab, Joy called, somehow already in the loop.

“Serves her right! Of all the times to fall ill, it just happens to be during the shoot?”

“She’s not sick,” Eleanor replied, candid as ever. “I threatened her.”

Joy listened, then bristled with anger herself. “Unbelievable. Manipulating a five-year-old like that? When Evelyn grows up and understands what really happened, imagine how much that’ll hurt her.”

“If Vanessa tries to come near Evelyn again, I won’t be nearly as nice,” Eleanor said flatly.

“Damn right. That woman’s overdue for a lesson.”

Eleanor arrived at the lab and threw herself into work, not coming up for air until noon. She was massaging the tension from her neck when her assistant Andie hurried over.

“Eleanor, someone’s looking for you.”

She paused, wary. “Who is it?”

“No idea. Some woman in her fifties, and she looks furious.”

Eleanor frowned. She couldn’t remember crossing anyone like that. As she walked down the corridor toward her office, she heard a shrill voice shouting, “Where is Eleanor? Tell her to come out! I’ve got something to say to her!”

Eleanor’s frown deepened. She stepped into view and said calmly, “I’m Eleanor.”

The woman spun around. Eleanor narrowed her eyes—there was a resemblance to Vanessa. She realized at once who she was dealing with.

Vanessa’s mother.

“So you’re Eleanor?” Farrah Shannon’s glare was full of accusation. “You bullied my daughter? Got her kicked out of her ambassador role?”

Eleanor’s tone was measured. “Mrs. Shannon, if you have something to say, let’s discuss it in my office.”

“Faye, it’s her—Eleanor’s the one who ruined Vanessa’s campaign! This is outrageous!” Farrah was shaking with anger.

Joel’s voice was stern. “This is a laboratory, not a place for you to throw accusations.”

“And who are you? Oh, I see—you must be her lover!” Farrah spat, her words dripping with contempt.

Faye’s face went pale. She hooked her arm through Farrah’s and tried to lead her away. “Mrs. Shannon, let’s talk outside.”

Farrah let herself be led a few steps, but she wasn’t finished. She turned back and pointed at Eleanor. “You listen to me, Eleanor! Don’t think for a second we’re afraid of you. My son-in-law is Ian. You just wait!”

Joel looked around at the gawking onlookers. “Show’s over. Get back to work.”

The crowd scattered, leaving only Joel and Eleanor in the now-quiet corridor. He turned to her, voice gentle. “Are you alright?”

Eleanor shook her head. “I’m fine.”

But her body trembled slightly, a mix of anger and frustration.

Ian, this is the chaos you’ve allowed.

After taking a moment to collect herself, Eleanor realized she needed to warn Ian—he’d better keep the Shannon family in check and stop them from causing trouble for her and her daughter.

She picked up her phone and dialed Ian’s number. The call went unanswered, but a curt message soon appeared: “In a meeting. What is it?”