From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 231

“The school punishing your son has nothing to do with your husband. And by the way, I’m married. Who told you I was some homewrecker?”

Sydney wasn’t buying any of it. Maybe if she hadn’t heard her husband flirting with another woman last night, she might have fallen for Eleanor’s act. But now Sydney knew Eleanor was just another liar, and all she heard was more excuses.

“Eleanor, you threw away your own husband and even left your daughter behind just to chase after mine. What’s your plan, to come be my son’s stepmom?”

“I’m begging you, please, just leave my husband and my son alone. Let me keep my family. You’re beautiful, you can find a better guy than him, so why take what’s mine?”

People started gathering around them, some who knew Eleanor and others who had just seen her around. They formed a loose circle, whispering and pointing.

Eleanor’s cheeks burned as she stood in the center of all those stares. She looked down at Sydney, who was sobbing on her knees, and felt her temples throb.

“Enough with the drama. I’ll say it again, I don’t know your husband, and I’m not a mistress.”

“Your husband is the one always trying to buy women’s attention. He’s got a reputation. You’re blaming the wrong person.”

Sydney’s face twisted, taking that as proof. She grabbed Eleanor’s leg and wouldn’t let go. “See, you’re admitting it. Why are you tearing my family apart? Please, I’m begging you, just go away.”

Eleanor turned to the security guard with a sharp glare. “Why are you just standing there? Get her off me.”

“Oh, right, sorry.” The guards had been too caught up in the scene to even remember their job.

When the police finally showed up, the chaos started to die down, but not before half the crowd had filmed everything.

A manager from Eleanor’s company showed up. Not wanting to make things harder for her workplace, Eleanor just told the police she’d go to the station to sort things out.

Her hair, her collar, her dress, all splattered with coffee. At the station, she set her marriage certificate on the officer’s desk. “I’m married. I don’t know why this woman is so convinced I’m a mistress. I don’t even know her husband. The only reason we met was because her son got into a fight with my son and I went to the school to help sort it out.”

“Her husband was really aggressive that day and said some pretty awful things. I actually recorded it. You should listen.”

After signing the paperwork, Eleanor left the station.

Meanwhile, the company chat was blowing up with gossip about what happened that morning. People were sharing videos left and right.

Jessie Goff was watching one of the videos on her phone, smiling a little. Then Sydney called.

“Sydney, calm down,” Jessie said, sounding totally at ease. “Eleanor is the queen of twisting the truth. You could show her the facts and she’d still convince people black is white.”

“I’ve got something you can use. If you can’t win the fight yourself, let the internet do it for you.”

Sydney’s face was twisted with anger as she watched the video. She logged into her account, blurred her face, and hit post.

Within minutes, a video of a desperate wife on her knees in front of her so-called rival was trending at the very top.