From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 14

“I know I messed up not going with you to your last checkup. Let me go with you tomorrow, alright?”

Eleanor glanced up at him, her eyes hollow, her heart feeling emptier than ever.

A checkup… Their baby was already gone. She’d never need another appointment.

“After the checkup, I need you to come with me to Jessie’s room and apologize. She broke her wrist because of you. If I hadn’t stepped in, do you honestly think her brothers would have let you off that easy?”

Whatever warmth had flickered in Eleanor’s chest vanished, replaced with a cold so deep it seemed to freeze her from the inside out.

She let out a bitter laugh. “No need. There won’t be any more checkups.”

Peter’s eyes twitched. He looked like he wanted to say something, but his phone started buzzing on the table.

Eleanor caught a glimpse of the screen. The contact said, “My Jessie,” all soft and affectionate.

Peter snatched up his phone. “I need to take this.”

He hurried upstairs, clearly worried she might overhear.

Eleanor’s nose stung with the threat of tears.

Really, Eleanor, what are you even hoping for? That a man who doesn’t care will suddenly turn around?

She wiped her eyes, sipped at her soup, then quietly slipped out of the villa, not bothering anyone.

Back in her friend’s car, her eyes wet and red, she collapsed into Yolanda’s arms, sobbing.

“What happened, Eleanor? Did that jerk hurt you again?” Yolanda’s voice was sharp with anger. “You stay here. I’m gonna go give him a piece of my mind.”

Tears streamed down Eleanor’s cheeks. “Don’t. He’s not worth it. I’ll see him in court.”

“Exactly. Scumbags like him aren’t worth it,” Yolanda agreed, hugging her tighter. “I hope you take him for everything.”

“Don’t cry, okay? You’re breaking my heart.”

Neither of them noticed the low-key Bentley parked five hundred meters away, hazard lights blinking in the dusk.

Peter realized he’d messed up. “Sorry, Jessie. I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Don’t cry. I’m on my way, alright?”

“Okay.”

When Peter finally came back downstairs, the dining room was empty.

He frowned at the housekeeper. “Lisa, where’s Eleanor?”

“Sir, when I brought the dishes out, she was already gone.”

Peter stood there for a long moment, a knot of anxiety tightening in his chest.

A pregnant woman, wandering off alone. What was she thinking?

He took out his phone. “Leon, I need you to find out where my wife went.”