From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 31

Peter’s expression was cold as stone. He didn’t say a word.

Jessie noticed right away. She could tell he was upset, and her heart clenched a little. Why was he angry? Was it possible he still had feelings for Eleanor?

She tried to comfort the little girl in her arms, but her mind kept wandering. The car ride felt tense and awkward, nothing like the cozy trip over. Should she bring up the divorce papers Eleanor had left in the nightstand? Maybe Peter hadn’t seen them yet. But what if he did find them and decided not to sign? Jessie didn’t even want to imagine where that would leave her.

Peter’s mind wasn’t tangled in the same worries. He leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, pretending to rest. But the second his eyes shut, memories of Eleanor flashed through his mind. Her soft, pale skin, her delicate waist—he realized he’d never truly looked at her before. They’d always kept the lights off. Now he couldn’t shake the restless heat building inside him.

As soon as they got home, Peter made a beeline for the bathroom. The cold water barely cooled him off. He wondered if maybe he should try apologizing to her for once.

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Back at her apartment, Eleanor put on a face mask and scrolled through articles about the Clarkson Corporation. There was almost nothing online about Max. No real photos, just a few lines of text. Even so, just those few words told her how powerful the new CEO must be.

She’d only met Max twice, and today he’d helped her out of a tough spot. She hadn’t even thanked him properly. Even if she ended up working at Clarkson, she doubted she’d ever see him again. People like him and people like her didn’t mix.

She decided Max must just be a genuinely nice guy.

The next morning, Yolanda pulled up outside, leaning over to call out the window, “Babe, hurry up, get in!”

Eleanor had thrown on a trench coat over her dress before heading out. In the car, she finally slipped it off.

Yolanda gave her a look and let out a playful whistle. “Girl, I swear, Peter must be blind. How could anyone not fall for you?”

Eleanor’s cheeks warmed. “Cut it out.”

The last big event she remembered was her wedding to Peter. That hadn’t even been all that fancy—just close relatives and a few important friends of the Clarkson family. It was quiet, almost subdued. Even so, it was the grandest thing she’d ever experienced.

After that, Peter never brought her to any more high-society events. At first, Eleanor told herself he was being considerate. She was always busy with work and their daughter, after all.

But as time went by, she realized it wasn’t kindness. He was just embarrassed by her.

“Eleanor, my mom’s here,” Yolanda whispered, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Go ahead,” Eleanor replied.

She spotted Yolanda’s mom, Marianna, coming over, so she nodded politely and offered a small, nervous smile.