From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 3

Peter didn’t come home all night. Honestly, Eleanor wasn’t surprised. Their daughter didn’t come back either.

Jessie refused to live at the old family house now. She said it was too full of memories she’d rather forget, so she’d moved into their fancy apartment downtown.-

Eleanor didn’t have to guess where they were. She already knew.

She gathered a few important documents, tucked them into her bag, and opened her bedroom door to leave. Standing right outside was Autumn, looking as judgmental as ever.

“Well, look who’s up. The pregnant lady rises early today.”

Eleanor just nodded, swallowing the urge to roll her eyes. Autumn had never liked her. In her eyes, Eleanor would never be good enough, just because she was the daughter of a housekeeper instead of some rich family.

After the wedding, it felt like Autumn picked at every little thing she did. Things only got a little better once their daughter was born. But even then, compared to Jessie—the perfect Goff family heiress—Autumn clearly preferred her other daughter-in-law.

“I need to go out for something, Mom,” Eleanor said quietly.

Autumn barely looked at her, huffed, and disappeared upstairs.

Eleanor remembered there was something else she needed, so she headed straight for Peter’s study. He almost never let her in there when he was home. She used to joke about him hiding secrets in his study, but he’d always brushed her off.

She stopped short when she noticed a small storage closet in the corner, sealed with a keypad lock. Curious, she walked over and ran her fingers across the numbers. She tried Peter’s birthday first. No luck. Then she tried their daughter’s birthday. Still wrong.

Her heart pounded. She’d never let herself think about this before, but now, hands shaking, she entered Jessie’s birthday.

The lock clicked open.

Eleanor let out a shaky breath and pushed open the door.

The entire wall was covered in photos of Jessie—Jessie sleeping, Jessie reading in the garden, Jessie cuddling their daughter, Jessie smiling. Each picture felt like a slap in the face, burning her cheeks.

He had sharp eyebrows, striking features, and dark eyes that were all cool distance and confidence.

“Is Linden here?” His deep voice was smooth, but there was a chill to it.

The receptionist blinked, a little flustered by his presence. “Yes, he is. Sir, do you have an appointment?”

He didn’t smile. “Just tell him Max is here. He’ll know.”

While the receptionist went to check, the man’s eyes wandered casually over the lobby, landing for a second on Eleanor’s red dress before moving on.

Eleanor heard the voices up front and turned to look, but all she saw was a man’s back as he walked away. Definitely not Mr. Antoine.

She thought her wait would be longer, but ten minutes later, the receptionist returned, still polite as ever. “Ms. Rolland, Mr. Sidler is available today. He’s great with divorce cases. Would you like to meet with him?”