No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1015

Vanessa's eyes widened.

The mention of Xavier sent a jolt of panic through her, as if all her secrets and schemes had been laid bare for Henry to see.

"Henry, what are you talking about? Xavier and I have only ever been friends!"

"Even now, you still think I deserve to be played like a fool, wrapped around your little finger?"

An icy chill ran through Vanessa. What did Henry know? How could he have suddenly seen through everything?

"No, that's not it. Henry, let me explain. My relationship with Ian is purely transactional, and Xavier and I are just friends. But you know my feelings for you… they're real. I've never denied that I like you." Vanessa rushed forward, trying to grab Henry's arm to pour out her feelings for him.

But Henry recoiled in disgust. "Don't touch me." He stepped back, putting distance between them, his eyes brimming with loathing. "Vanessa, from this moment on, I have no desire to be liked by you. Don't ever appear in front of me again. Otherwise, don't blame me for humiliating you, regardless of our past."

Henry suppressed his rising fury. He would accept the seven years of foolishness and being played for a fool. All he wanted now was to completely sever all ties with Vanessa.

"Henry!" Vanessa cried out, tears instantly flooding her eyes. This time, she wasn't acting; she truly felt the despair and indignation of being abandoned by Henry. "You can't do this to me, not after all these years we've had together—"

"Together?" Henry scoffed as if he had heard the world's biggest joke. "Was there ever an 'us'? It was nothing more than my one-sided devotion and your shameless exploitation. Now, the game is over. I can let the past go, but you need to stop pestering me."

Henry narrowed his eyes, watching her resort to her usual tactic of playing the victim. In the past, it would have immediately triggered his protective instincts and pity.

Now, however, seeing through her true nature, he only found her pretense utterly fake.

What welled up in Henry's heart was not sympathy, but an even stronger sense of revulsion and impatience.

"Vanessa, save your tears," Henry said, his voice hard, without a trace of emotion. "That trick of yours doesn't work on me anymore."