From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 2

“I’m not having another baby. Ever.”

Eleanor sat in the backseat of a rideshare, staring at her phone when a video popped up in the family group chat.

Snow fell all around. Her little girl clutched an ice cream bar with both hands, eyes wide with delight.

“Wow! Mommie Jessie, this ice cream is amazing. You have to try it!”

In the video, Jessie crouched down beside her, smiling softly as she took a tiny bite. “It’s delicious. Peter, do you want a taste? It’s extra sweet.”

Peter’s eyes never left Jessie’s face. He leaned in and took a bite from the exact spot where Jessie had tasted it.

His voice was calm, but there was a gentle warmth she hadn’t heard in so long. “Yeah. It’s really sweet.”

The video lasted barely fifty seconds before it disappeared. Deleted.

A new message arrived, this time a voice note from her daughter. “Oops, wrong chat, wrong chat. Hehe, I sent it to the wrong group.”

Her mother-in-law, Autumn, chimed in with the kind of affection she never showed Eleanor. “Sweetheart, what did you send by mistake? Send it again so Grandma can see.”

Eleanor closed her eyes and leaned back, feeling the bitterness rise in her throat.

Peter had always been a neat freak. He would never touch anything she’d taken a bite of. But now he was happy to share food with another woman.

Especially when that woman was Jessie, his brother’s widow. The thought made Eleanor’s stomach twist.

It had only been a month since Grady died in that accident. Was Peter really this desperate to show where his loyalties lay?

Sent to the wrong group. She didn’t even know when they’d started their own private chat without her.

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Eleanor made a stop at the law office before finally heading back to the Clarkson villa.

She’d been gone for three days, and not a single person had bothered to ask where she was.

He looked at her like he hardly recognized her. “Eleanor, what are you talking about?”

“No wonder Olga doesn’t like you, acting like this.”

Eleanor stared at him, her eyes raw and red. “Really? Then who does she like? Jessie? The one who couldn’t wait to chase after her brother-in-law the minute she became a widow?”

Peter’s jaw tightened. “Enough, Eleanor. Are you jealous of our sister-in-law now?”

It was the first time he’d ever called her just sister-in-law. So he did know, deep down, that Jessie was his.

“Olga’s waiting for me in the dining room. We haven’t had dinner yet.” Peter glanced back at Eleanor, her face pale and drawn. “You should think about your behavior.”

As soon as the door closed, Eleanor let the tears fall freely.

She wiped her cheeks, grabbed her phone, and called her best friend. “Yolanda, do you know any good divorce lawyers?”