No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1621

"Yes." Eleanor's memories unlocked. It was shortly after they had married. Ian had worried she might feel suffocated by their routine, so he had secured a lifetime private suite at this resort, explicitly meant to be a sanctuary for her to rest.

The very first time they came here, Eleanor had worn a flowing white sundress. She had run barefoot across the sand while Ian walked patiently behind her, carrying her shoes.

That night, they had leaned against each other on the beach, gazing up at a sky full of stars. It had been incredibly romantic.

"I remember." Eleanor turned her head to look at him, offering a soft smile. "I was just a lot younger back then."

Ian couldn't help but chuckle. "You aren't old now."

Eleanor laughed, amused. "Why do you care so much about age all of a sudden?"

Ian tightened his grip on her hand. His gaze traced the lines of her face, his eyes gentle yet tinged with a deep, quiet helplessness. "I don't care about age. I just care that you might decide you don't want me again."

Eleanor froze for a second before letting out a light laugh, playfully teasing him. "Since when did Mr. Goodwin become so insecure?"

Ian looked at her in silence for several seconds. He let out a heavy sigh. "From the day you left me."

Eleanor's smile faltered. Looking at him, it felt as though a heavy weight had suddenly settled over her chest.

In the three years since their divorce, her entire world had revolved around her daughter, her work, and her research. She had treated him with nothing but cold indifference, completely detached. She had once been absolutely certain that she would never look back, but now, the lines were blurring.

He had shouldered so much, yet he always presented a calm, unshakable facade to the world. As it turned out, he had his own vulnerabilities too.

"Ian," Eleanor called out softly.

"Yeah?"

"That day you brought me here... were you planning to tell me about your deal with Vanessa?" Eleanor asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Ian paused. Then, lowering his gaze, he said, "If you had been willing to come upstairs with me that night, maybe I would have. But I knew that even if you heard the truth, you probably still would have chosen to divorce me."

Eleanor's mind drifted back to that year. If Ian had truly confessed that Vanessa was the only matching donor to save his mother, and that both his sister and daughter carried the same hereditary risk, Eleanor knew exactly what her younger self would have done. She would have stepped aside to let Vanessa have him.

For the sake of her daughter's future health, she would have willingly surrendered her position as Mrs. Goodwin.

However, fate had a strange way of working things out. That night, Eleanor had stubbornly refused to go upstairs with him.

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