No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 870

Vanessa took a step closer, tilting her chin up with a smug smile. "Don't be so cold, Eleanor. I just thought there was something you should know, to spare you any… unnecessary pain." Her words were laced with insinuation. "And to prevent you from holding on to any unrealistic fantasies about people you shouldn't."

Eleanor's expression remained impassive. "Then say it. I'm busy."

Vanessa let out a soft laugh, idly twisting a large diamond ring on her finger. "What I'm saying is," she drawled, "that Ian and I might have some good news to share soon. I'm not sure if he's mentioned it to you."

Eleanor's brow furrowed. Vanessa was fishing, trying to gauge her relationship with Ian, or more specifically, trying to find out if he had told her about her role as the donor. Eleanor had made a promise to Ian, and she intended to keep it.

"I have no interest in your affairs. You don't need to inform me," she said, affecting an air of superiority.

"Well, you know, Ian and I met long before you did," Vanessa purred. "Fate has a way of rewarding those who are patient."

"What is it you're trying to say?" Eleanor asked, her patience wearing thin.

"You'll never understand how important I am to Ian," Vanessa said, her eyes fixed on Eleanor, clearly hoping to see a flicker of pain or resentment. "So please, stop trying to get close to him just because you're his ex-wife."

A faint, mocking smile touched Eleanor's lips. "Don't worry. You two can get married whenever you like. I won't stand in your way."

"Is it because of that Major General Ellington? Are you planning to be with him now?" Vanessa pressed, convinced that Eleanor's indifference must stem from having found a replacement.

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