From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 107

Eleanor couldn’t even let herself think about Max. He was the kind of man who seemed completely out of reach—the head of an elite family, always keeping his distance, never caught up in any rumors. He had been single for years and seemed untouchable. There was just no way.

“Hehe,” Yolanda laughed awkwardly. “I was only joking. Seriously, just kidding.”

But Eleanor didn’t find it funny at all. It wasn’t that she thought she wasn’t good enough for someone like Max. The truth was, she was still stuck in the mess of her first marriage, still trying to find her way out. Falling for someone else wasn’t even on her radar, not even if that someone was Max.

Right now, all she wanted was to get her divorce finalized, find a bone marrow match for Jared, and put as much space as possible between herself and Peter. More than anything, she just wanted a life that truly belonged to her—a life that was hers alone, not lived for anyone else.

“Yolanda, sometimes I just don’t get it. Why doesn’t my mom love me?” Her voice was soft. They were both her mom’s children, both with the same arms and legs, but the love she got was barely a tenth of what Jared received.

With her mood sinking, it only took half a bottle of beer for her to start feeling a little tipsy.

Yolanda noticed and decided she’d had enough. She still had work the next day, after all.

“Eleanor, where do you live? Let me take you home,” Yolanda offered.

Her driver was waiting outside, but Eleanor shook her head. Even a little drunk, she managed to keep her wits about her. She was renting a place from Max and didn’t want Yolanda to know that.

“I’ll just get a cab. Don’t worry about it! Honestly, I’m not drunk!” Eleanor patted her cheeks, trying to look serious. “Look, this is one finger, and this is two. See? I’m totally fine!”

Yolanda just stared at her for a second.

“Alright, but I’m waiting here until you get in your car.”

“All right, miss, you’re home. Don’t forget to text your friend,” he reminded her, knowing full well she had someone looking out for her.

Eleanor giggled as she swiped her key card at the entrance. The security guard watched her, noticing that the normally calm and collected woman was now flushed and a little unsteady. “Um, miss, do you need help getting to the elevator?” he asked.

Even a little drunk, Eleanor was on guard. She waved him off. “No, I’m good. I can handle it.”

She made it a few steps before the world started spinning. Sitting on a bench beside the flowerbeds, she let the cool air clear her head. After a few minutes, she tried to stand up again, but her legs were still shaky.

She didn’t notice the man following her from a distance. He was young, another resident, and as he watched this beautiful, drunk woman alone at night, a dark spark flickered in his eyes.