From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 152

The glass he was sipping from was the very same one Eleanor had held in her hand just a little while ago.

Marleigh strode right into Max’s bedroom, not bothering to be subtle. No women in sight. Still suspicious, she pulled open the doors to his walk-in closet. It was completely empty—no trace of anyone hiding. That didn’t add up. Two wine glasses… Had she been overthinking?

Just as she was about to give up, something caught her eye. Inside a drawer, placed right in the middle like it was on display, was a pair of cufflinks. Marleigh’s heart skipped. She grabbed her phone and pulled up a photo on social media. Perfect match.

She checked another drawer and found a tie. Both the cufflinks and the tie looked odd among Max’s things. They weren’t any special brand, not custom or expensive. Next to the rest of his wardrobe, they looked almost out of place, maybe even a little cheap.

Marleigh closed the closet and noticed a vase of fresh flowers on the island in the middle of the room. Since when did Max care about flowers?

She felt like she was piecing together a puzzle. With just enough evidence, she made her way back to the living room and sat down across from her son.

Max had a sly smile tugging at his lips. “So, did you find anything?”

Marleigh crossed her legs, watching her son with a knowing look. “If you have a girlfriend, there’s no need to keep it a secret. It’s a good thing. When are you going to bring her home to meet your father and me?”

She could almost see the wedding invitations in her mind. Once they met the girl, maybe Max would finally settle down and get married—about time.

But Max just shrugged. “I can’t.”

Marleigh frowned. “Every girl has to meet the parents, you know. As long as she’s a good person, we don’t care about her background.”

She and her husband had already decided to compromise on that, since Max was so stubborn about not getting married.

Max’s grin widened. “Mom, she hasn’t even agreed to date me yet. How about you give it a little more time?”

Marleigh just stared at him, at a loss for words.

***

She sounded almost a little too happy.

Peter frowned. “You’d be happy if we got divorced?”

Olga clapped her hands. “Yes! Then you could marry Mommie Jessie! Daddy, I wish every day that Mommie Jessie could be my mom!”

Peter’s expression softened, but a hint of sadness crept in. “You don’t miss your mom at all?”

Olga shook her head. “No, Daddy. I don’t want to.”

Peter was quiet for a long time, then gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Get some sleep. You’ve got school tomorrow.”

As he watched her drift off, Peter thought to himself that maybe, after Eleanor, Jessie Goff really was the right choice for him.