From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 217

In the car, Wesley stared at the bruises on Grant’s face and let out a cold laugh.

“You’re really something. Got beat up by a sick kid?”

Grant pressed his lips together. “Dad, I had no idea he’d come at me out of nowhere.”

“Yeah, sure. When your mom sees your face, just tell her you fell. Don’t even think about mentioning a fight. It’s embarrassing enough as it is.”

Grant’s injuries were worse than Jared’s. Chad had sprinted off to get the teacher so fast that Jared only got hit twice before help arrived. Grant felt completely defeated. He’d wanted to humiliate Jared, but ended up having to write a whole apology letter himself. How was any of this his fault? Jared just seemed to be his bad luck charm.

But no matter how upset he was, Grant would never dare talk back to Wesley.

“I got it, Dad.”

When they got home, Wesley was surprised to see Jessie waiting for them.

“Jessie, you’re here?”

Jessie Goff grinned. “Yeah, Wesley. I spotted this skateboard today and thought it’d be perfect for Grant, so I brought it over. I wasn’t planning to stay for dinner, but Sydney wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

Wesley and Grant were both picky eaters, so Sydney liked to handle all the cooking herself, wanting her husband and son to always feel at home. She came out of the kitchen in her apron, smiling brightly.

“Hey, you two are back!”

She barely finished the sentence before she noticed the bruises on Grant’s face. Her smile disappeared in an instant. She dropped the spatula and rushed to the doorway.

“Grant, what happened to your face? Did you get into a fight?”

Grant snuck a glance at his dad, then quickly looked away. “Mom, why would I be fighting? Who’d dare pick a fight with me? I just, uh, tripped and fell.”

“Really?” Sydney sounded doubtful. Those bruises didn’t look like something from a fall.

Jessie glanced at both father and son, catching on right away.

Wesley turned off the bedside lamp. “Let’s get some sleep. I have to leave for a trip in the morning.”

Sydney slowly pulled her hand away from his waist. “Alright. I’ll wake you up early.”

At three in the morning, Sydney woke up to Wesley muttering in his sleep.

“Eleanor… your eyes are so beautiful…”

Sydney froze. Eleanor? Who was Eleanor?

Was Wesley seeing someone else?

She bit her lip, tears rolling down her cheeks in the dark. They’d been happy for seventeen years. Was he really cheating on her now?

Sydney didn’t make a sound, just cried quietly, letting that name burn into her memory. Eleanor. She was going to find out exactly who this woman was.