From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 73

When Eleanor slid into the car, she paused for a second, torn between the front seat and the back. In the end, she chose the front.

“Mr. Clarkson, you can just drop me by Line 11, at the subway.”

She’d just checked her phone. Tim’s place happened to be closest to that station.

Max gave her a look, all innocent. “Line 11? Not sure where that is. But I do know where you live. Why don't I just take you straight home?”

Something about the way he said it made her uneasy. How did he not know where the subway was, but he knew her address by heart? She started to wonder if maybe they’d gotten a little too close.

“The subway is fine. Really. I can show you the way,” she said.

Max gave her a sidelong glance, his tone brooking no argument. “If I don't take you all the way, my uncle’s going to chew me out. Are you trying to get me in trouble?”

Eleanor just pulled the seatbelt over her shoulder and gave in. “Okay. Thanks, I guess.”

The car was quiet after that. Max’s presence felt like too much, so she kept her head down, staring out the window. When her phone rang, she felt a rush of relief, like she'd just been handed a get-out-of-jail-free card.

“Hello? It’s me.” The voice on the other end made her face fall.

She hadn’t expected Peter to call, especially not from some random number.

When she didn’t answer, he spoke again. “Come home. I need to talk to you.”

“What is it? Can’t you just say it over the phone?” Eleanor pinched her brows together.

Peter’s voice was clipped. Ever since Professor Hawthorn rejected him, he’d dug into her past and found out she’d gone to Stonemont College. That she was Hawthorn’s student.

Now he wanted a real conversation, face to face. It had been almost a month, and even though he was still mad, he wanted her back. She was carrying his child, after all.

His tone was cold and sharp. “You haven’t been home to see Olga in forever. She’s your daughter, not just mine. You have to come back today.”

Eleanor was about to say no, but the line went dead.

She stared at her phone, thinking. Maybe it was better to get it over with, just clear everything up. “Sorry, Mr. Clarkson, could you let me out here? Something came up. I need to go somewhere else.”

“Where?” Max’s question was blunt, no nonsense.

So it was just Olga and the staff.

Olga heard the commotion and popped up, spotting her mother at the door.

Her face crumpled in a frown. “Mommy, why are you back?”

She crossed her arms. “Hmph. You’re a bad mommy. I’m still mad at you. If you don’t apologize to me a hundred and eight times, I’m not forgiving you.”

Eleanor just smirked. “I’m here to speak to your father, not to beg for your forgiveness.”

Olga, who had been so pleased with herself a second ago, stuck out her bottom lip. “You’re the worst, Mommy.”

But then she caught sight of Jessie at the door and her whole face lit up. “Mommie Jessie, you’re here!”

Ignoring everything her dad and grandma had warned her about, she called out the name just to get under her mother’s skin.

“Mommie Jessie, my teacher told us to draw our mommies for homework. Come see! I made you look super, super pretty.”