From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 211

It almost felt like asking would mean admitting defeat.

“It’s nothing. Just wanted to remind you not to forget Olga’s alimony.”

Eleanor let out a sharp laugh. “Six thousand every month, not a penny less.”

“And you’ve gotten stingier. Is six thousand really worth it for someone like you, CEO and all?”

She didn’t bother looking back at him, just walked away with her head high.

Peter Clarkson’s face turned stormy. She really had changed, through and through.

Fine. No reason for them to ever meet again.

Eleanor took the money and, for once, didn’t touch Max’s. She headed to the furniture store and picked out some nice things. She told herself it was a wedding gift for him. Max said he didn’t need anything, but if she left their new place empty, people would definitely talk.

Peter had once told her the same thing, that marrying him was enough, no wedding gifts needed. Juliana, with her obvious favoritism for sons, hadn’t given Eleanor a single cent.

Back then, Eleanor had just graduated. She married into the Clarkson family with nothing but herself, and Autumn never let her forget it. She always found ways to make little digs. And Peter? He was always working late, hiding from any responsibility.

Eleanor had transferred from the research department to the secretarial office, determined to prove herself. She poured her heart into developing a patent and gave Peter full rights to use it, hoping it would finally show Autumn she wasn’t useless.

Looking back, she realized how naive she’d been.

At least now the patent belonged to her again. She’d finally woken up.

Eleanor lugged bags and boxes to Max’s house. Technically, it was their marital home, but to her, it just felt unfamiliar.

The things she ordered earlier had already been organized by the housekeeper. The place, once cold and empty, now had a little life in it.

She put fresh flowers in every room, lit some scented candles, and stood back. Then she snapped a photo and texted it to Max. “Is this okay?”

She waited, a little nervous. She didn’t know if he liked this style, but it was the kind of home that made her feel safe. If he said anything, she was willing to put it all back the way it was.

“Yes. Tonight. Right now.”

So much for thinking he was easygoing. Clearly Max had his own quirks.

Eleanor packed her eye mask, phone charger, and changed into her safest pajamas. Then she walked to their new place, step by careful step. The bedroom lights were on.

“Max, I don’t think the guest room is ready.”

Then she saw the blazing red sheets and her heart skipped a beat.

She pointed at the bed, looking at Max, who was leaning back in a chair. “What’s this?”

Max’s eyes looked a little red at the corners as he lifted his gaze. “Never seen them before?”

He smiled, his voice low. “Mrs. Clarkson, don’t you think the wedding night calls for a little ceremony?”