No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 20

Eleanor quickly closed the report and pretended to be browsing the news.

Ian sat down on the sofa across from her, legs crossed with deliberate ease. His tone was slow, almost lazy, but there was an edge beneath it. "How long are you planning to stay mad at me?"

She froze for a moment, then looked up at him. "I'm not mad."

"Then why are you acting like this?" His gaze was intense, almost predatory.

"What exactly do you want from me?" she shot back.

Ian's eyes narrowed.

Eleanor had once told herself she'd confront Vanessa and Ian head-on, but for now, as long as she didn't have complete confidence she could win custody, divorce wasn't an option.

"I understand," she replied coolly, her voice emotionless.

But Ian suddenly leaned forward, closing the distance in a blink. He grabbed her wrist, his body looming over hers as if a storm was about to break.

"Don't brush me off." His voice came from deep in his chest, vibrating with authority and a simmering anger.

Pain shot through her wrist. She frowned. "Let me go."

His eyes were dark as ink. "Start acting like a wife should." With that, he released her and walked away.

His anger still lingered in the air long after he left. Eleanor rubbed her aching wrist, her eyes flashing with frustration.

A man who didn't even deserve to be called a husband—now demanding that she play the role of a dutiful wife?

What a joke.

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