Eleanor was at the lab, handling the final stages of the project. Without the crushing time pressure, she, Ryan, and Callie could calmly organize the data.
Later, Joel Kingsley also came to help, mostly with the physical tasks. He had heard from Callie that Eleanor had fainted and that Ian had been the one to take care of her. He wanted to show his concern but decided to hold back for now.
Joel didn't want to cause any more unnecessary misunderstandings. Perhaps his presence had already created a significant misunderstanding in Eleanor and Ian's marriage.
The thought had filled Joel with guilt for the past few days. He wasn't usually a perceptive person, but now, thinking back on Ian's initial attitude toward him, he realized it had been the unmistakable animosity one shows a rival.
This prompted him to look back at his chat history with Eleanor from four years ago. Eleanor had deleted hers, but Joel's was still there.
Joel was stacking several thick files for Eleanor. He dusted off his hands and walked over to her. "Eleanor—"
Eleanor looked up from her computer screen. "What is it, Joel?"
"About our chat history from back then... you deleted it all, didn't you? If Ian knew we were talking at the time, do you think he might have suspected you of cheating, too?"
Joel's question broke the still surface of Eleanor's thoughts. Her fingers paused over the keyboard as she frowned, trying to remember.
"The chat history... yes, I did delete it all," she recalled. "As for whether he suspected anything... he never talked to me about it."
But in the last two years of their marriage, Ian had definitely grown colder. Before that, he would at least be discreet about his charade with Vanessa Shannon. But in those final two years, he started taking Vanessa's calls right in front of her, sometimes even speaking in an intimate tone.
Could it be... he was doing it on purpose for her to see?

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