Nathaniel emerged from the shower, tall and strikingly handsome, with a towel wrapped around his waist. Water droplets glistened on his abs. Noticing Eleanor still in the room, he frowned slightly.

Eleanor avoided his gaze, continuing her battle with the buttons.

"Isabella will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow," Nathaniel said abruptly as he passed her. "Go pick her up. I've already told your mother she can stay here for a while."

Eleanor's hands froze mid-button. She turned to look at Nathaniel, her husband of two years and the heir to Amity Group. The woman he mentioned was her adopted sister, Isabella Morgan.

When Eleanor was five, she went missing at an amusement park and was only found at sixteen. By then, her parents, Edward Harrison and Margaret Bennett, had adopted Isabella. Edward had explained solemnly that during Eleanor's absence, Margaret had been inconsolable, leading them to adopt a girl from an orphanage.

Upon Eleanor's return, the family was reunited, but life wasn't as harmonious as expected. Eleanor had grown up in a rural village, while Isabella had been raised with all the privileges of the Harrison family, mastering dance, painting, and piano.

More importantly, the Harrison family had a prearranged engagement with the Carters. Nathaniel's fiancée had always been Isabella until Eleanor's return. Nathaniel and Isabella were childhood sweethearts, a bond disrupted by Eleanor's sudden reappearance.

Lost in thought, Eleanor quickly regained her composure, abandoning her struggle with the buttons. She pulled her clothes together and said, "Alright," before leaving the room. Her bedroom was at the end of the hallway.

On their wedding night, Nathaniel had told her he wasn't used to sharing a bed. Eleanor understood immediately and moved to the guest room without a word.

Eleanor was perceptive. Even when Nathaniel didn't inform her in advance about Isabella staying, she wouldn't question him. After all, this was his house. If he decided to replace the lady of the house, no one would object, and as his wife, Eleanor had no right to speak.

...

The next day, Eleanor drove to the hospital. Standing outside the hospital room, she heard voices inside.

"So, is Mr. Carter coming to pick you up today?"

"I'm not sure," Isabella replied softly. "He's always so busy with work. I doubt he'll come."

"That's not for sure. You're special to him. If Eleanor hadn't shown up back then, you would have become Mrs. Carter! Everyone in our circle knows Nathaniel likes you."",
###Chapter2

The voice belonged to Olivia Davenport, Isabella's closest friend and heiress to a prominent fortune. Olivia and Isabella had been inseparable since childhood, and she had always been the most vocal supporter of Nathaniel and Isabella's relationship. Now that Eleanor had taken Isabella's place as Nathaniel's wife, it was no surprise that Olivia treated her with open hostility.

Even when she noticed Eleanor standing at the doorway, Olivia showed no remorse for her harsh words.

It was Isabella who broke the silence first. "You're here, Eleanor."

Eleanor nodded. "I came to take you home. Have you packed everything?"

"Yes, I'm ready. Let's go," Isabella replied with her usual gentle smile.

Olivia couldn't resist chiming in, "Where's Mr. Carter? Isabella is being discharged today. Isn't he coming to pick her up?"

"He's at the office," Eleanor replied curtly.

"Oh, how convenient. I wonder if he's too busy or if someone is keeping him away," Olivia sneered, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Before Eleanor could respond, Isabella interjected softly, "Olivia, please."

Olivia let out a cold laugh. "Why shouldn't I say it? Am I wrong?"

Eleanor didn't engage. Instead, she unlocked her phone, scrolled to Nathaniel's contact, and handed it to Olivia.

"What's this supposed to mean?" Olivia asked, her brow furrowing.

Eleanor's expression remained calm. "If you're so curious, why don't you call him yourself and ask?"

"You—" Olivia's temper flared, but Isabella quickly grabbed her arm, shaking her head. "Don't argue with Eleanor," she pleaded.

"You're too kind," Olivia muttered through gritted teeth. "That's why people take advantage of you."

Eleanor ignored Olivia's jab. She grabbed Isabella's suitcase and walked ahead. As soon as she got into the car, her phone rang.

It was Margaret. "Did you pick up Isabella?"

There was a noticeable tension in Margaret's voice when she spoke to Eleanor.

"Yes," Eleanor replied.

"Is she alright? The doctor said her irregular eating habits were the cause. Your father and I are still overseas. Make sure you take good care of her when you get home, okay?"

"Okay," Eleanor answered, her tone steady.

Margaret seemed to realize her tone had been harsh. After a brief pause, she added, "You're her older sister, after all."

Eleanor's grip on the steering wheel tightened. A swirl of emotions rose inside her, but she suppressed it and responded softly, "I understand. Is there anything else?"

After a moment of silence, Margaret said, "Give the phone to Isabella."

"Alright." Eleanor handed the phone to Isabella, who was sitting in the back seat.

"Hi, Mom," Isabella spoke to Margaret in a soft, sweet voice, the kind a daughter uses when speaking to her mother affectionately.

The contrast with Eleanor's cold and formal tone was stark.

Eleanor didn't turn around. She simply fastened her seatbelt and started the car, her expression composed.

"You're here, Ms. Morgan!" As soon as Eleanor's car stopped in front of the villa, Grace Harper, the housekeeper, rushed over. Her face lit up the moment she saw Isabella.

"Grace, it's been so long," Isabella greeted her with a radiant smile.

"Yes, it has! You've grown even more beautiful. I made your favorite barbecued ribs today. You must try them later." Grace had already led Isabella inside as she spoke.

Compared to Isabella, Eleanor's presence as the lady of the house seemed almost invisible.

Still, Eleanor was used to this. She simply instructed the house helper to bring Isabella's suitcase to the guest room. Then, she retreated to her own room.

She had just taken out her tablet when Isabella's voice sounded from the door, "So this is where you live." Eleanor turned her head sharply.

Isabella's gaze wandered around the room before she asked, "Eleanor, do you and Nathaniel... sleep in separate rooms?"",
###Chapter3

At precisely 7:00 pm, Nathaniel returned to the mansion. Eleanor happened to be in the living room when he arrived.

The moment she saw him, she walked over excitedly to greet him. "You're back, Nathaniel!"

Nathaniel gave her a slight smile as he looked up at her.

Eleanor pursed her lips and stepped forward to take his coat. She said to him, "Dinner is ready."

...

"I'm sorry, Nathaniel. Am I encroaching on you and Eleanor by staying here?" Isabella asked quietly at the dinner table. She snuck a glance at Eleanor before continuing, "I told Mom I could stay home on my own, but she insists that she doesn't feel at ease if I'm alone at home..."

"It's fine. Stay as long as you like. If you need anything, just ask," Nathaniel replied.

"Really? I don't want to be too much trouble."

"It's no trouble at all."

"Ms. Isabella, it's better that you're staying here," Grace chimed in as she served the dishes. "It's been a long time since this house has felt so lively."

Upon hearing that, Eleanor's hand that was holding the spoon froze midair.

Nevertheless, Grace wasn't wrong. Eleanor was rather quiet and reserved, unlike Isabella, who could easily get everyone to like her. It wasn't just Grace—Eleanor had never heard Nathaniel speak so much before. Eleanor knew she was just taking up space by being there. So, she hastily finished the food on her plate and stood up. "I'm done eating. So, I'll head upstairs first. You all take your time and enjoy your food." "Are you sure you've had enough, Eleanor? You ate so little. Shall I accompany you upstairs?" Isabella offered with concern.

"That's not necessary," Eleanor replied, pulling her hand away from Isabella's grasp. "It's fine. Enjoy your dinner."

With that, she turned and walked upstairs. Just before leaving the dining room, she overheard Isabella asking cautiously, "Nathaniel, is Eleanor upset? I guess I shouldn't have come here and disrupted your lives..."

There was a hint of grief and a slight choke in Isabella's voice when she said that.

Eleanor didn't want to hear anymore. She didn't care how Nathaniel responded to Isabella, either.

Back in her room, she opened her computer again. But even after she opened her work file, she couldn't seem to start on it. She didn't know how much time had passed before a message popped up on her phone.

It was from Nathaniel, and there were only two words: "Come over."

Eleanor glanced at the message but chose to ignore it. Nathaniel didn't send a second message.

She stared at the uncolored panels on her screen for a while longer. After some time, she turned off her computer and left the room.

This was the reason Nathaniel never needed to send a second message—he knew she would eventually go to him.

When Eleanor arrived at the master bedroom, Nathaniel had just stepped out of the bathroom. The first thing he noticed was that she hadn't even bothered to change out of the clothes she'd been wearing earlier. He frowned slightly but didn't dwell on it. He reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her into the bathroom forcefully.

Warm water cascaded down onto Eleanor from the showerhead, drenching her hair and body in an instant. The discomfort from the wet clothes sticking to her skin made her wince. Just as she was about to push Nathaniel away, he grabbed the back of her head and kissed her.

Their lips and tongues intertwined. Nathaniel was assertive and domineering—so were his kisses. Even after two years, Eleanor still hadn't fully adjusted to it. Being in the bathroom with him only intensified her sense of suffocation.

Her legs weakened, and her whole body slumped against Nathaniel's.

At that moment, they both heard a feminine voice from outside the door. "Nathaniel, are you in there?"",
###Chapter4

Eleanor's body stiffened. Her eyes flew open, and she tried to push Nathaniel away with all her strength. But Nathaniel acted as if he hadn't heard anything. He gripped her wrists effortlessly and pressed her against the wall. His movements were as forceful as ever.

Eleanor wanted to cry out, but she quickly remembered that Isabella was right outside. She bit her tongue and swallowed the helpless whimper that was about to escape her lips just in time.

The sound of the water from the shower continued. With the door between them, Isabella seemed to be unaware of what was happening inside.

She called out again, "Nathaniel?"

Eleanor turned her head to look at Nathaniel. Her face was flushed, possibly due to anger or some other intense emotion. Her eyes were opened wide as she glared at Nathaniel. In contrast to her usual quiet and withdrawn demeanor, she looked far more animated at that moment.

Her expression caused Nathaniel's movements to become bolder. It was almost as if he were venting. Their bodies moved in perfect sync. Soon, Eleanor reached a state of absolute ecstasy.

Isabella was still speaking outside the door, but Eleanor couldn't make out a single word she was saying. When Nathaniel pressed her down again, she couldn't hold back and let out a soft moan.

Right away, the person outside the bathroom door fell silent.

Upon realizing this, Eleanor clenched her hands tightly. Just then, Nathaniel bent down and picked her up. With his body lowered, his shoulder came close to her mouth. Without hesitation, she bit down.

Eleanor's heart was filled with frustration and resentment. But despite her grievances, she didn't bite hard. After a gentle bite, she let go and looked up.

Nathaniel's deep and intent gaze was fixed on her.

Eleanor didn't say anything but turned her head to avoid his stare. But in the next second, Nathaniel grabbed her chin and kissed her again.

The night passed quickly. Eleanor couldn't remember how she made it back to her room. As soon as she collapsed onto the bed, she fell into a deep sleep.

...

The next morning, it was Grace who came to remind Eleanor that she should be heading back to Carter Manor that day.

Eleanor jolted awake immediately.

Grace continued, "Ms. Isabella was up early and even made breakfast for Mr. Carter."

There was a distinct note of displeasure in her voice.

Eleanor noticed it but chose not to make a fuss about it. She merely grunted in acknowledgment and got out of bed.

"Are you getting ready to go to Carter Manor?" Isabella approached with a smile as soon as Eleanor came downstairs. "Shall I go with you? Grandma Clara called me a couple of days ago and asked me to visit her when I had the time."

"Okay," Eleanor replied readily. To be more accurate, she responded indifferently because it didn't really matter to her.

Isabella raised an eyebrow in mild surprise, but then her smile deepened. "Please wait for me. I made Grandma Clara's favorite crab cakes-they'll be ready soon."

Eleanor agreed nonchalantly as usual.

But as Isabella headed back into the kitchen, a thought suddenly crossed Eleanor's mind. Isabella was fully capable of making meals, as well as desserts and cakes. Would she be unable to take care of herself? It was something Margaret hadn't considered, and Nathaniel didn't seem to have thought of it, either. But wasn't he supposed to be the smart one? Perhaps he had realized it, but he simply went along with it. Eleanor pushed those thoughts aside and turned to look out the window.

The sky was gray and overcast-it looked like it was about to rain.",
###Chapter5

Eleanor had grown up with Nathaniel, so she was even more familiar with Carter Manor than Isabella. As soon as she entered the house, she walked over to the elderly lady while exclaiming, "Grandma Clara!"

"Oh, it's Ellie!" Nathaniel's grandmother, Clara Montgomery, was overjoyed. "Let me take a look at you. Have you lost weight again?"

"Not really. Look! I made some lobster rolls for you," Eleanor replied.

"You sweet girl! How thoughtful of you," Clara praised.

The two of them chatted affectionately, and Clara was all smiles. However, the moment Isabella approached, her smile faded significantly.

Isabella acted as if she hadn't noticed anything and respectfully greeted, "Grandma."

Clara glanced at her and was about to say something, but Isabella shifted her attention to the top of the stairs and called out, "Mom."

"Madam Carter," Eleanor greeted, straightening up. She had been leaning on Clara's shoulder just a moment ago. She became timid the moment she saw the person at the top of the staircase.

"Hello, Eleanor." Victoria Sinclair, Nathaniel's mother, acknowledged her with a nod. Her attitude was somewhat distant but still polite, making it impossible to fault her.

Then, she turned to Clara and greeted, "Mom."

Clara merely responded with a slight hum, her expression even icier than Victoria's.

Nevertheless, Victoria didn't seem to mind. She glanced at the food Eleanor had brought and commented, "The doctor said Mom has been having indigestion lately. Lobster rolls are too rich. They're not suitable for her consumption."

After a slight pause, she instructed their butler, Arthur West, to take the snacks away, "Take them to the kitchen, Arthur."

Throughout the entire exchange, Victoria didn't bother to consult Clara or even look at Eleanor.

Eleanor was very good at winning people over. But no matter how hard she tried, Victoria never seemed to like her.

Victoria had always maintained a cool, distant demeanor. She treated people with grace and elegance, never extending any hospitality deeper than general courtesy.

It had been Victoria who insisted on fulfilling her late husband's wish. She insisted that if Isabella had truly gone missing and could no longer be found, then the prearranged engagement would naturally fall through.

But since Isabella had returned to the Harrison family, she was the one who should marry Nathaniel. If it weren't for Victoria's insistence, Isabella wouldn't be Mrs. Carter now.

Of course, Eleanor felt resentful toward Victoria. But then, she never dared to show it openly.

Victoria, on the other hand, paid no mind to how Eleanor felt. After giving her instructions to Arthur, she turned to Isabella and said, "Come upstairs with me."

"Sure," Isabella replied, making her way up the stairs.

Once they reached the tea room, Victoria handed Isabella a business card. "I found an old alternative medicine practitioner through some connections. Go see him tomorrow and let him assist you with your health."

Isabella pursed her lips, and she didn't reach for the card.

Almost as if she could tell what Isabella was thinking, Victoria continued, "You and Nathaniel have been married for two years now. It's time to start thinking about having children.

"Eleanor was raised by Clara, so she may be a little biased toward her. But once you have a child, she won't trouble you anymore."

It was rare for Victoria to speak so much to Isabella.

Isabella kept her head lowered and didn't utter a word.

Upon seeing this, Victoria added, "What happened last time was just an accident. It's been over a year since then. You need to move on."

Victoria's words caused Isabella to shudder, and she clenched her hands tightly by her sides. Her lower abdomen even ached reflexively.

Was it an accident? Of course... It wasn't.

Despite what everyone said to comfort her, Isabella knew better than anyone that it wasn't an accident at all.

Eleanor had deliberately caused her to fall down the stairs!",
###Chapter6

Nathaniel arrived just before dinner. Clara was all smiles when she saw her grandson. She held Nathaniel's hand and asked about his day.

"Look at you. You've lost weight again," Clara said with a frown. "How is it that you've gotten even thinner after getting married? How has your wife been taking care of you?"

Her criticism was directed at Eleanor.

Before Eleanor could respond, Isabella spoke up, "Grandma Clara, please don't scold Eleanor. She's been very busy lately. I heard she has another graphic novel that is about to be published. Didn't you notice that she's also lost a lot of weight? I felt so bad for her when I saw her yesterday."

Isabella's words seemed to be in Eleanor's defense, but something about them felt off. Only Eleanor could fully grasp the hidden jab in them.

After hearing what Isabella said, Clara's displeasure deepened. "Bah, graphic novels! Those worthless things can't even be called art. You—"

Clara was about to lecture Eleanor when Nathaniel interrupted her, "Can we eat now?"

"Nathaniel, you—" Clara began, but Victoria stepped in and cut her off, "Mom, Nathaniel is a grown man. He knows how to take care of himself."

Since she put it that way, Clara could only swallow her reproaching words. She then turned to Isabella and said, "Isabella is always the best—so sensible and caring. If only..."

Clara's voice trailed off because she realized she was about to say something inappropriate again. Victoria changed the topic swiftly, saying, "Eleanor, are your parents still abroad?"

"Yes."

"It's not very convenient for Isabella to stay at your place for such a long time. I think it would be better for her to stay here for a while. After all, didn't you just say you wanted to spend more time with my mom, Isabella?"

As soon as Victoria made that suggestion, Isabella's expression faltered. "I—"

Victoria didn't give her a chance to object. She went on, "Besides, I've found a few promising young men for you. This would be the perfect opportunity for you to get acquainted with them."

"That's not necessary," Isabella muttered, her eyes beginning to redden.

But before she could say more, Clara interjected, "Isabella is still young. Her parents aren't exactly in a rush to marry her off, either."

"That's not true. Margaret and I spoke about this before. She asked me to help introduce some good prospects to her. Recently, I've come across—"

"I don't want to!" Isabella shrieked. Her shrill voice startled everyone in the room.

Isabella realized that she had reacted too strongly. She bit her lip and added, "I... I don't want to think about marriage just yet."

Victoria didn't say another word. She merely narrowed her eyes as she studied Isabella.

Isabella couldn't bring herself to meet Victoria's gaze. So, she turned to Nathaniel instead. "Nate, I... I don't want to consider marriage right now. Help me..."

"Nate, huh?" Eleanor scoffed inwardly. She felt a sudden urge to laugh upon hearing that nickname.

But before the smile could reach her lips, she heard Nathaniel's response.

He said, "If Isabella isn't ready yet, then let's leave it for now. We'll discuss this another time, Mom."",
###Chapter7

"Nathaniel, thank you for standing up for me earlier," Isabella murmured from the back seat as they drove home. Her words tumbled out in a rush, "I never expected Mom to bring this up with Mrs. Sinclair. I was terrified! If you hadn't intervened, I wouldn't have known what to do. I'm not ready to get married yet."

Nathaniel was focused on the road, his response a curt "hmm." His aloof demeanor didn't bother Isabella; she knew it was just his way.

She turned her attention to Eleanor, who sat in the passenger seat. "By the way, what did Mrs. Sinclair say to you when you two went upstairs?"

"Nothing," Eleanor replied flatly, her tone dismissive.

Isabella pouted slightly but quickly changed the subject. "Oh, did you hear? Julian is coming back to the country."

Eleanor's composed expression faltered for a brief moment.

Just then, the traffic light ahead turned red. Nathaniel brought the car to a smooth stop. The sudden halt caught Eleanor off guard, and her body jerked forward slightly before the seatbelt pulled her back.

Nathaniel glanced at Eleanor.

"Mom said he's doing really well abroad. It's been years. Haven't you two kept in touch at all?" Isabella pressed.

"No," Eleanor replied, her voice steady, though her hands clenched tightly in her lap.

"What a shame. You two were so close back then," Isabella murmured. She then turned to Nathaniel. "Do you remember him, Nathaniel? Julian was—"

"I know. He's the illegitimate son of the Whitaker family," Nathaniel interjected bluntly.

The words "illegitimate son" rolled off his tongue without hesitation. Eleanor couldn't help but frown, while Isabella seemed momentarily taken aback. She nodded slowly. "Yes... that's him. He was Eleanor's classmate, and we all used to hang out together. It's a shame he went abroad. I always thought he and Eleanor would stay in touch, but I guess not..."

Isabella's voice trailed off, her gaze lingering on Eleanor.

Eleanor found Isabella's behavior absurd. Why bring this up in front of Nathaniel? Was she trying to stir up trouble? Or was she hoping to make Nathaniel jealous?

If that was her plan, she had severely misjudged Nathaniel—he wasn't the type to care about such things. Perhaps realizing this herself, Isabella grew quieter for the rest of the ride.

By the time Nathaniel pulled up to the house, Isabella had fallen asleep.

Despite her dislike for Isabella, Eleanor had to admit she was beautiful. With her eyes closed, Isabella looked serene, her delicate frame evoking a sense of vulnerability that stirred a protective instinct.

As Eleanor debated whether to wake her, Nathaniel walked over and opened the back door. Without hesitation, he lifted Isabella into his arms.

The movement stirred Isabella slightly. She opened her eyes, still half-asleep, and murmured, "Nate." Then, instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck, settling comfortably in his embrace before drifting back to sleep.

Their actions were seamless, as if they had done this countless times before.",
###Chapter8

Eleanor sat frozen in the passenger seat. She thought she had built up enough emotional armor, but the sharp pang in her chest told her otherwise. It felt like invisible claws were tearing at her insides.

A memory surfaced - from when she had just returned to the Thompson family. It had been raining that day. Margaret had come to pick her and Isabella up from school personally. But on the way home, their car had skidded while avoiding another vehicle, crashing into a guardrail. Eleanor had hit her head hard against the window, blacking out.

Before losing consciousness, she had seen Margaret rush past her to Isabella's side. The way Margaret had clung to Isabella, sobbing hysterically, was etched in Eleanor's mind. That was the moment she realized - they had only taken her back because of shared blood. But Isabella would always be their true daughter.

Eleanor had tried to bury that memory deep, knowing it only brought pain. But now it resurfaced with a vengeance. Only this time, it wasn't her mother holding Isabella - it was her husband.

She didn't know how long she sat there. Finally, she stepped out of the car. Thunder rumbled ominously overhead, and rain began pouring down in sheets.

Eleanor hurried toward the house, but Nathaniel had parked quite a distance from the entrance. By the time she reached the door, she was soaked to the bone.

Upstairs, lights were on - one in Isabella's room, another in Nathaniel's study. He hadn't even noticed she hadn't come in yet.

Eleanor stood still for a moment, confirming this. Then, with leaden legs, she trudged upstairs. Her phone screen lit up suddenly - an unknown number.

As she stared at the screen, something clicked in her mind. She froze mid-step. Just as she debated answering, the call ended.

Strangely, when the screen went dark, Eleanor felt a wave of relief. But it was short-lived - the phone rang again immediately.

This time, she knew who it was. Without hesitation, she answered.

"Elle."

The nickname caught her off guard. It had been so long since anyone called her that. "It's me," the voice continued. "Julian."

"Oh," Eleanor managed softly. "Are you... back in the country?"

"Not yet," Julian chuckled. "But I will be soon. My flight's the day after tomorrow. Think you could pick me up?"

Eleanor hesitated.

"Too much trouble?" Julian picked up on her pause. "It's fine. I can manage. It's just... after all this time, I'd like you to be the first person I see."

"I'm married," Eleanor blurted out.

"I know," Julian replied smoothly. "To that Carter guy, right? Amity Group's pretty famous. Even overseas, I heard about the CEO's wedding."

Eleanor fell silent.

After a beat, Julian asked softly, "Elle, are you happy?"",
###Chapter9

"Eleanor, are you doing well?" The words lingered in Eleanor's mind like an echo she couldn't shake. It had been so long since anyone had asked her that question—so long that she'd even stopped asking herself. The answer was obvious, yet she replied without hesitation, "I'm doing fine."

"That's good, then," Julian responded, his voice calm but distant. After a brief pause, the line went quiet.

"If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now," Eleanor said, her tone flat.

"Alright," Julian agreed.

Just as her finger hovered over the end call button, his voice cut through the silence again. "I'm sorry for leaving without saying goodbye back then. I've thought about you a lot these past years while I've been abroad." He paused, then added softly, "It's getting late. You should get some rest."

With that, Julian hung up.

Eleanor stood frozen on the stairs, her phone still pressed to her ear. Minutes passed before she finally lowered her hand and turned to head back to her room. That night, Nathaniel didn't come to her. Yet, sleep eluded her. Julian's call had stirred something deep within her, and her dreams were restless.

In her dreams, she was back in the early days after returning to the Harrison family. Edward and Margaret had thrown a lavish welcome party for her, but the guests' smiles were hollow. The whispers and sneers of her so-called peers echoed in her ears. They mocked her for her "country roots," laughing at her supposed ignorance of high society's luxuries.

The memory of the rooftop pool at the banquet hall came flooding back. A group of them had lured her to the edge, pretending to befriend her. Then, with cruel laughter, they pushed her in. The water had swallowed her whole, filling her lungs as she struggled to surface. The suffocation, the panic—it was all too vivid, even now.

Her eyes snapped open, her chest heaving. The unfamiliar yet familiar surroundings of Nivis Villa disoriented her for a moment. She blinked, grounding herself in the present. The dream was gone, but its weight lingered.

Eleanor glanced at the clock. There was still over an hour until her usual wake-up time, but sleep was out of the question. She lay there, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. Then, the bedroom door swung open.

She turned her head sharply, her heart skipping a beat.

Nathaniel stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable. For a brief moment, surprise flickered in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by his usual composure. "Ten minutes. I'll be waiting downstairs," he said, his tone cold and commanding.

Then, he turned and left.

Eleanor frowned, confusion knitting her brows. "For what?" she called after him.

"The hospital. Didn't Victoria tell you?" Nathaniel's voice carried a hint of impatience as it drifted back to her.

Her hands clenched into fists. Of course, Victoria knew her well. She knew Eleanor would never willingly agree to a medical check-up, so she'd enlisted Nathaniel to force her hand. But when had they even spoken about this? Eleanor didn't know, and she didn't care to find out.

"Eight minutes," Nathaniel's voice cut through her thoughts again.

This time, Eleanor didn't look at him. She simply lay back down, pulling the covers over her. "I'm not going."

Silence followed. She knew her refusal had displeased him, but she didn't care. Before she could close her eyes and try to drift back to sleep, Nathaniel reappeared in the doorway. He strode over to her bed, his movements sharp and deliberate, and yanked her upright.

"I said I'm not going!" she snapped, pulling away from him. "Stop pretending you care, Nathaniel! You don't even want a child!"

His jaw tightened, but he didn't respond. Instead, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of bed, his grip firm and unyielding. Eleanor resisted, but it was no use. Nathaniel's determination was as cold and unrelenting as ever.

Today's Bonus Offer",
###Chapter10

To the outside world, Eleanor Thompson appeared as a stoic and uninteresting individual. Rarely did she show any emotional outbursts. But now, she was like a cornered beast, shedding her usual calm demeanor and revealing her claws.

Yet, this small act of defiance meant nothing to Nathaniel Carter. He didn’t even bother to respond. Instead, he lifted her from the bed and began to dress her himself.

Eleanor tried to push him away, but the disparity in their strength was too great. In the end, he effortlessly dragged her downstairs.

"Mr. and Mrs. Carter..." Grace Harper, who was already downstairs, paused in surprise at the sight of their struggle.

Seeing her, Eleanor quickly composed herself and stopped resisting. She then followed Nathaniel out the door.

After driving for a while, Eleanor gradually calmed down.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to Nathaniel and said, "There's no need for us to go to the hospital. I'll explain everything to Mom myself. I know you're busy with work, so you don’t have to take me back. Just drop me off somewhere convenient for you."

Silence followed her words.

With just the two of them in the car, there was no way Nathaniel could have missed what she said. Yet, he didn’t respond at all. He drove at a steady speed, showing no signs of slowing down.

After more than two years of marriage, Eleanor had come to understand Nathaniel to some extent. His current attitude made one thing clear—he wasn’t having a discussion with her. It was a command. He knew perfectly well why she was so opposed to getting pregnant and why every mention of having a child caused her mood to shift. Yet, that didn’t matter to him.

Why? The reason was simple—he didn’t care.

To him, marriage and having children were just natural steps in life. As his wife, Eleanor was expected to fulfill that duty.

There had been a time when Eleanor had held out hope despite knowing that Nathaniel didn’t love her. She thought a child would be enough—with a child, she could have a family.

But even that simple wish was beyond her reach.

Victoria Sinclair was right. Over a year had passed since the incident. Everyone had moved on, and some had even forgotten about it. However, the same couldn’t be said for Eleanor—she would never forget.

Soon, they arrived at the hospital. Eleanor pushed her emotions aside and got out of the car calmly. Nathaniel had already arranged an appointment in advance, and it wasn’t long before they met with the doctor, Dominic Reeves.

"Morning, Mr. and Mrs. Carter," Dominic greeted them, his tone polite but not overly obsequious. Nathaniel gave a slight nod and looked at Eleanor. However, she didn’t acknowledge him as she sat down.

Dominic took her pulse. Before long, he frowned and asked, "Mrs. Carter, have you been pregnant before?"

"Yes."

"How far along were you when the pregnancy was terminated?"

Eleanor turned to look at Nathaniel as Dominic asked the question. Upon noticing her gaze, Nathaniel pressed his lips together.

It was clear he had forgotten.

Eleanor wasn’t surprised. She even managed a slight smile. Then, she turned back to Dominic and answered, "82 days."

"Hmm... It's not too far along, but still, you aren’t in good shape health-wise. You’ll need proper care and nutrition. Have you been taking any medicine lately?"

"Yes. Birth control pills," Eleanor answered plainly.",
###Chapter11

Even Dominic, with his years of medical expertise, looked momentarily stunned by Eleanor's revelation. Most of his patients were eager to start families, so hearing that Eleanor had been on birth control was unexpected. His eyes flicked to Nathaniel, who stood rigid, his expression darkening. Clearly, Nathaniel hadn’t known about the pills.

Dominic quickly regained his composure. After a brief pause, he advised, "You should stop taking the birth control pills immediately. I’ll prescribe something else for now. Your health needs to be your priority."

Eleanor nodded, accepting the prescription without argument. "Thank you," she said quietly, her voice steady. Without another word, she turned and walked out of the room, not sparing Nathaniel a glance. He followed her, his jaw tight.

Outside the hospital, Eleanor moved to hail a cab, assuming Nathaniel wouldn’t bother with her. But his hand shot out, gripping her arm firmly. "Get in the car," he commanded, his tone icy, his eyes like shards of glass.

"I’ll take a cab," she replied, pulling her arm free.

"Eleanor Thompson," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "I’m not asking. Get in the car." His expression darkened further, and she knew arguing in public would only draw unwanted attention. Reluctantly, she slid into the passenger seat.

Before she could even fasten her seatbelt, Nathaniel hit the gas, the car lurching forward. Eleanor braced herself, her lips pressing into a thin line. Once she secured the belt, she turned to him. "If you’re going to drive like a maniac, I’ll get out."

"Why were you on birth control?" he demanded, ignoring her comment.

"Because I don’t want to get pregnant," she answered bluntly, meeting his gaze head-on.

Nathaniel’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, they simply stared at each other, the tension thick. The car came to a stop at a red light, and the silence stretched, broken only by the faint ticking of the clock on the dashboard.

Nathaniel’s hands tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening before he forced himself to relax. When he finally spoke, his voice was eerily calm. "I don’t plan on being childless."

"I know," Eleanor said with a soft, bitter laugh. "And I’m well aware the Carter family wouldn’t accept a daughter-in-law who refuses to have children. But... it’s not like that affects you, does it?"

He frowned, clearly confused by her words. "What are you talking about?"

Eleanor leaned back in her seat, her tone almost casual. "There are plenty of women who’d jump at the chance to carry your child, Nathaniel. If you’re willing, that is."

He let out a short, humorless laugh. "And what? You’d adopt those children and raise them?"

"Sure," she replied, shrugging. "I don’t mind."

His smile vanished, replaced by a cold, calculating expression. When the light turned green, he drove on in silence. For a moment, Eleanor thought he might have accepted her suggestion. But then he spoke, his voice firm and final.

"Let me make this clear, Eleanor. Only my wife will carry my children. A bastard child will never bear the Carter name." He glanced at her, his gaze piercing. "You married into this family. It’s your duty to continue the bloodline. You don’t get a say in this."

His words hung in the air, heavy and unyielding. Eleanor turned to look out the window, her jaw clenched. Nathaniel’s tone left no room for argument, but the fire in her eyes suggested this was far from over.",
###Chapter12

In the end, Nathaniel didn't take Eleanor to the mansion. After making his intentions clear, he left her at a random street corner. Before she could even steady herself, his black Porsche had already disappeared into the distance. This didn’t surprise her, but she couldn’t help clenching her fists, her nails digging into her palms. The sharp pain was a reminder—never to hold onto hope when it came to Nathaniel.

Since she was already out, Eleanor decided to do some shopping. But luck wasn’t on her side. As soon as she stepped into the mall, she ran into someone she despised.

"Well, well, if it isn’t Mrs. Carter!" Olivia sneered, her grin widening. "What a surprise! I didn’t think someone as refined as you would be caught dead in a place like this."

Olivia, Isabella’s best friend, had always been the one to torment Eleanor the most. While others had backed off after Eleanor married Nathaniel, Olivia only grew more vicious.

Eleanor tried to walk past her, but Olivia blocked her path. "Where are you rushing off to? Why don’t you join me for some shopping? Or are you too good for that?"

Eleanor met her gaze coldly. "I’m afraid I don’t have time for this."

Olivia smirked. "Oh, do you have a secret date? Or is it your lover you’re hiding?"

Eleanor’s voice was calm but sharp. "Ms. Davenport, you’re an educated woman, aren’t you?"

Olivia blinked, caught off guard. "Of course I am! What’s that supposed to mean?"

"Then you should know the consequences of spreading lies. Did your parents and teachers raise you to slander others?" Eleanor’s tone was steady, her eyes locked on Olivia’s.

Olivia’s face flushed with anger. "Eleanor Thompson, you have no right to talk down to me! You’re just a nobody from the countryside!"

"I didn’t start this," Eleanor replied coolly. "But since you’re blocking my way, I’ll finish it. Got it?"

Olivia’s face turned red, but before she could retort, Isabella hurried over from a nearby store. She grabbed Olivia’s arm, her voice trembling. "Olivia, please, don’t fight with Eleanor."

Isabella avoided Eleanor’s gaze, her timid demeanor making it seem like she was the victim of Eleanor’s cruelty. Olivia, however, wasn’t having it. "I can’t stand her! She’s so smug, and she owes everything to you, Isabella! You’re the one who gave up Nathaniel for her!"

"Stop it," Isabella whispered, tugging at Olivia’s arm. She kept her head low as she shuffled toward Eleanor. "I’m sorry, Eleanor. Olivia can be... impulsive. But she’s a good person. Please don’t take it to heart. If it’s not enough, I’ll apologize on her behalf."

This only fueled Olivia’s anger. "Why are you apologizing? She’s the one who started it!"

Isabella’s voice quivered as she continued, "Olivia, please. Eleanor isn’t well. She was at the hospital this morning..."

Eleanor’s eyes widened in surprise. How did Isabella know about her hospital visit? Then it hit her—Nathaniel must have told her.

"The hospital?" Olivia paused, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Oh, I see. Mrs. Carter must have been at the fertility clinic, right? Poor Nathaniel. Not only did he marry a woman he doesn’t love, but she’s also *barren*!"

Eleanor’s heart sank, but she refused to let it show. She straightened her shoulders, her voice steady. "You’re wrong, Olivia. But even if I were, it’s none of your business. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have better things to do than entertain your petty insults."

With that, Eleanor turned and walked away, leaving Olivia fuming and Isabella staring after her with an unreadable expression.",
###Chapter13

Eleanor let out a sharp laugh at Olivia's snide remark. Olivia's smug expression faltered, her lips curling into a frown. "What's so funny?" she snapped.

"Ms. Davenport, maybe you should pick up a book or two. Being both rude and clueless? That's a dangerous combination for someone who already looks like a villain in a bad soap opera." Eleanor, who had been holding back earlier, now let her sarcasm fly freely.

Olivia's face darkened. As Eleanor tried to step past her, Olivia lunged forward, grabbing a fistful of Eleanor's hair. "How dare you, you backwater nobody! Who do you think you are, marrying into the Carters? You're nothing but a gold digger!"

But before Olivia could finish her tirade, Eleanor's hand shot out, delivering a crisp slap across her face. Olivia staggered back, stunned, then let out a shriek and launched herself at Eleanor.

In the chaos that followed, Isabella stumbled into a glass wall—whether she was accidentally shoved by Olivia or deliberately threw herself into it was unclear. She collapsed to the floor, clutching her arm as blood dripped down her sleeve. Passersby gasped, and Isabella burst into tears, her wide eyes fixed on Eleanor. "Eleanor, it hurts!" she whimpered.

"Eleanor!" A voice rang out from the end of the corridor. Before Isabella could get up, Margaret rushed over, her face pale with worry. "What happened to Isabella? Is she okay?"

"Mom," Isabella called weakly.

Margaret didn't wait for Eleanor's explanation. She immediately knelt beside Isabella, her hands trembling as she inspected the bloodied bandage on her daughter's arm. "How did this happen? Does it hurt?" she cried.

"The doctor stitched it up. It doesn't hurt much," Isabella said, forcing a smile. "Mom, why are you back so early? I thought you weren't coming home until next week. Where's Dad?"

"I came back early because I was worried about you. Your father's still away on business." Margaret's frown deepened as she examined the wound. "I should've come back sooner. You've been in the hospital twice in the past two weeks!"

Then, Margaret turned to Eleanor, her expression hardening. But before she could speak, Isabella cut in. "Mom, it's not Eleanor's fault. I hurt myself because I wasn't paying attention. Really."

"Don't defend her, Isabella. I've heard everything. Eleanor, how could you get into a brawl at the mall? You're Mrs. Carter now! Your behavior reflects on the Carters and the Thompsons. When are you going to shed those country habits?"

Eleanor sat silently through the tirade, her fists clenched at her sides. She was used to Margaret's favoritism, but the constant digs at her upbringing still stung. She knew better than to argue back—Margaret would only accuse her of being rebellious and blame it on her "country roots."

"Since you're here, I'll take my leave," Eleanor said finally, standing up. "I have work to do, and I can't look after Isabella properly. Please take her home today."

Without waiting for a response, Eleanor turned and walked away, her shoulders stiff with suppressed anger.",
###Chapter14

"Isabella!" Margaret rushed up to Eleanor and grabbed her hand. "Eleanor, are you mad at me? I meant well. It was my fault for accidentally hurting myself. Don't worry. I'll move out of your house. I won't be a bother to you and Nathaniel."

"Great," Eleanor agreed without hesitation.

Margaret frowned at her response while Isabella looked surprised.

"I'll leave now." Without a care, Eleanor removed her hand from Isabella's grip to leave.

Isabella's tearful voice could be heard from behind. "Mom, what do I do? Eleanor probably hates me now..."

For a moment, Eleanor had the urge to turn around and admit that she indeed hated Isabella, but she quickly struck down the thought. She didn't want to be slapped by Margaret again.

At first, Eleanor could not believe that her parents would play favorites against their biological daughter. She soon realized that they felt ashamed of her past in the countryside. They refused to accept the rural mindset of their daughter. Isabella was closer to the image of their ideal daughter—highly educated, demure, and lovable. Eleanor was nothing but a failure in the eyes of her parents.

When Eleanor reached home, she saw that the Carter family had sent some staff over to pack up Isabella's belongings before she even had the chance to get Grace to do so. Eleanor allowed them to proceed.

Grace was the one who cried, "What's going on? Why is Ms. Isabella moving out after she's settled down here?"

The movers did not answer her questions, so she helplessly turned to Eleanor for an explanation, but Eleanor had retired to her bedroom.

As Eleanor had missed the draft deadline by a few days, she had no choice but to lock herself in her room for the entire afternoon to work on it. It was past dinner time when she emailed out the draft.

Nathaniel had not come home for dinner, but she wasn't surprised. She was about to have dinner alone when he called.

He announced, "I'll send someone to pick you up."

Confused, she asked, "Where to?"

"We're going to your parents'."

A bad feeling arose within her. She blurted out, "I'm not going."

After a pause, Nathaniel hung up without another word. Clearly, he was giving out an order to Eleanor instead of asking for her opinion.

Eleanor held her fist. She decided against going downstairs for dinner and returned to her bedroom. She stayed there and refused to open up when Nathaniel's assistant, Lucas Grant, arrived.

Lucas could not break down the door. He had no choice but to ask for Nathaniel's instructions.

Eleanor wondered what Nathaniel had said to Lucas, as Lucas left the villa immediately.

She sat in front of her computer. Though she acted tough just now, she could not help but let out a sigh of relief when Lucas's footsteps faded.

Nathaniel came home an hour later, just when Eleanor was ready to wash up and go to bed.

She belatedly realized she had red marks and bruises around her waist when she removed her clothes.

They probably happened during her fight with Olivia earlier that day.

The bedroom door flung open without warning when she was observing the marks across her waist.",
###Chapter15

Eleanor gasped, instinctively pulling the blanket tighter around her. She turned to face Nathaniel with a scowl, but his expression was equally displeased. The tension between them was palpable, more like adversaries than a married couple.

"Leave. I'm going to sleep," she finally said, breaking the silence.

To her surprise, Nathaniel didn't argue. He turned on his heel, but before exiting, he tossed over his shoulder, "Keep your schedule clear tomorrow afternoon."

"Why?" she demanded, her voice sharp.

He didn't answer.

Eleanor's jaw tightened. "If this is about making me apologize to Isabella, forget it."

Nathaniel paused, confirming her suspicion.

Her fists clenched.

"Eleanor, she's your sister," he said flatly.

"I don't have a sister. And she tripped on her own. Why should I apologize for something I didn't do?"

"Did you do anything to help her?" he shot back, a smirk playing on his lips. "With your position, how could you stoop so low?"

"Right, because I'm just some backwater nobody, aren't I?" she sneered. "You're right. Ten years in the countryside made me rough around the edges. I'll never be the refined lady you wanted."

"Mr. Carter, I bet you're regretting this marriage now. After all, who'd want a crude woman to carry their heir?"

His eyes hardened. "What are you implying?"

"Exactly what you think," Eleanor shot back, holding his gaze. "But I won't apologize to Isabella. If you're so ashamed of me, you can—"

"Eleanor Thompson, choose your next words carefully," Nathaniel interrupted, his voice low and dangerous.

She fell silent, her fists trembling.

Nathaniel gave her one last look before storming out, slamming the door so hard the walls shook.

Eleanor unclenched her fists and sank into the chair by her desk. She opened the drawer and pulled out a document—divorce papers, the title glaring back at her. She flipped to the last page, where her signature already sat, waiting. But she couldn't bring herself to hand it over.

She knew Nathaniel despised her. Their marriage was nothing more than a duty to fulfill his late father's wishes. He didn't love Isabella either, but their childhood bond was enough for him to defend her.

As for Eleanor, she had no place in his life—not even as a friend. Yet, despite it all, she still loved him. She couldn't forget the night he'd saved her from drowning at that fateful dinner party.

But now, as she stared at the divorce papers, she wondered if love was enough to keep them together.",
###Chapter16

In the end, Eleanor decided to keep the divorce papers tucked away.

The next morning, she drove herself to the Harrison estate without waiting for Nathaniel. The estate was nestled on the edge of downtown Silvercrest, a luxurious area known for its sprawling villas and manicured gardens.

As soon as Eleanor parked her car, a maid spotted her. Instead of greeting her, the maid hurried back into the house.

Eleanor noticed the maid scurrying inside but paid no mind. She stepped out of the car, carrying a few carefully chosen gifts. After all, she was there to apologize.

The moment Eleanor entered the house, the same maid who had rushed in earlier appeared with a polite smile. "Ms. Eleanor, you're here."

Eleanor nodded in acknowledgment.

"Eleanor!" Isabella's voice rang out as she descended the stairs in a flowing white dress, her curls bouncing over her shoulders. She looked radiant, her innocent demeanor perfectly intact.

Though Isabella called out to Eleanor, her eyes darted behind her, searching. A flicker of surprise crossed her face when she realized Eleanor had come alone. "Eleanor, did you drive here by yourself?"

"Yes," Eleanor replied, her gaze lingering on Isabella's arm. "How's your arm? Feeling better?"

"I'm fine..." Isabella quickly composed herself, then shifted the conversation. "Mom's upstairs. She's... still a bit upset. Do you want to see her?"

"Of course," Eleanor agreed without hesitation, catching Isabella off guard.

Before Isabella could say more, Eleanor had already walked past her.

Margaret was in the second-floor conservatory, arranging a bouquet of roses when Eleanor approached. "Mom." Margaret merely grunted in response.

"I brought you something. It's downstairs," Eleanor said, ignoring Margaret's cold demeanor. "I acted impulsively yesterday. But since I don't know the full story, I had someone retrieve the mall's security footage."

Isabella, who had followed closely behind, overheard Eleanor's words as she entered the conservatory. Her expression shifted, and she rushed to Eleanor's side. "Eleanor, why did you ask for the security footage?"

"You were hurt, weren't you? It's only right we get to the bottom of it."

"But I'm fine now. There's no need to make a big deal out of what happened yesterday," Isabella said, her eyes darting toward Margaret.

This time, Margaret didn't side with Isabella. She turned to Eleanor and asked, "Where's the footage?"

"They'll send it to me soon."

"Mom!" Isabella hurried over to Margaret. "Let's not make this a big thing. Look, I'm perfectly fine. I don't want to cause any trouble."

"It's no trouble at all," Eleanor interjected. "Getting the footage isn't a hassle."

Isabella fell silent, her gaze fixed on Eleanor. "Eleanor, do you suspect me?"

Tears welled up in her eyes as she pressed on. "You think I hurt myself on purpose, don't you?"

"I just want to know the truth. But the way you're reacting makes it seem like you're admitting to something."

Isabella didn't break eye contact. Suddenly, she took a deep breath and confessed, "You're right. I did hurt myself on purpose yesterday."

Her admission caught Eleanor off guard.

But Isabella quickly turned to Margaret, pleading, "Mom, yell at me if you want. I fell on purpose yesterday, but what choice did I have? Eleanor was arguing with Olivia. I couldn't stop either of them, and I was terrified someone would take photos and leak them to the media. That's why I did something so stupid. Mom, I was wrong."",
###Chapter17

"Oh, how could I ever blame you?" Margaret's voice softened as she took in Isabella's tear-streaked face. She pulled her adopted daughter closer. "Why would you do something so reckless? Thank heavens it's just your arm. What if you had damaged your face permanently?"

Isabella shook her head, her voice trembling. "I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't let Eleanor and Olivia come to blows..."

Margaret's gaze snapped to Eleanor, her expression hardening. "Look at what you've caused! You're the elder, yet Isabella had to step in! Have you no shame?"

"I never asked for her intervention."

Margaret's face darkened at Eleanor's calm response. "What did you just say? Do you realize what could have happened if Isabella hadn't stopped you? Fighting in public like some common street brawler! If this gets out, the Carters will be mortified! What will Nathaniel think of you now?"

Eleanor remained silent, her expression unreadable.

Margaret's hands trembled with rage. "What's that look supposed to mean? Are you defying me? Get out this instant and kneel in the living room!"

Eleanor didn't move.

Isabella quickly stepped forward. "Mother, please, I'm sure Eleanor didn't mean to—"

"Stay out of this," Margaret snapped, her eyes never leaving Eleanor. "Do I have no authority over you anymore? Have you forgotten your place? I knew this would happen! We never should have brought you back!"

The greenhouse fell into a heavy silence as Margaret's words hung in the air. She immediately regretted her outburst, realizing she had revealed too much.

Eleanor, however, simply turned and walked out without a word.

Margaret opened her mouth to call her back but stopped short when she saw Eleanor kneel in the center of the grand living room.

Isabella tried again. "Mother, please, don't make her—"

"Don't defend her," Margaret interrupted sharply. "She's grown too comfortable, too arrogant! Unlike you, she was raised in the countryside. She has no manners, no sense of propriety. That's why she needs to be disciplined!"

Isabella fell silent, her eyes darting to Eleanor. After a moment, she moved to Margaret's side, gently massaging her shoulders. "Mother, please calm down. The doctor said your blood pressure—"

Margaret patted Isabella's hand, her expression softening. "I know, dear."

Once Margaret had settled, Isabella approached Eleanor. She crouched beside her, her voice low and sweet. "Eleanor, you don't have to do this. Why don't you just apologize? She'll forgive you. You're her daughter, after all."

Eleanor didn't respond, her gaze fixed on the floor.

Isabella's smile didn't waver. She glanced around the room, then leaned in closer, her whisper barely audible. "Eleanor, if I were you, I'd be too ashamed to show my face. By the way, I know you've been wondering where Nathaniel was the day you lost the baby."

She paused, savoring the moment. "He was at an auction in Leverton. Remember that necklace I wore on my birthday? He won it for me there."

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###Chapter18
Eleanor clenched her fist, her gaze locking onto Isabella, who offered her a sweet, innocent smile. After a tense moment, Eleanor burst into laughter, her voice sharp as she spat, "You're nothing but a bastard child."

Everyone had their weakness, and Eleanor had struck a nerve. The word "bastard" was a forbidden topic for Isabella, whose face instantly darkened with rage. Without thinking, she shoved Eleanor to the ground, her anger boiling over. It wasn’t until the act was done that she realized her mistake.

But it was too late.

Margaret’s shocked gasp echoed through the room. "What did you just do?"

Isabella froze, her arms awkwardly outstretched as she tried to explain. But Margaret brushed past her, ignoring her completely.

Eleanor, however, was quick to recover. She stood up with a chuckle, brushing herself off. "I'm fine," she said, her smile dripping with sarcasm. It was a mirror of Isabella’s usual tactics, but with a sharper edge.

Margaret missed the sarcasm, her glare fixed on Isabella. "Mom, it wasn’t what it looked like—" Isabella began, but her words were cut off by a maid’s announcement.

"Mrs. Bennett, Mr. Carter is here."

Tears immediately welled up in Isabella’s eyes, and as Nathaniel entered the room, he was met with the sight of her sobbing.

"Enough, wipe your tears," Margaret instructed Isabella before turning to Nathaniel. "Nathaniel, you’re here."

"Hello, Mrs. Bennett," he greeted with a nod, his sharp gaze scanning the room. "What happened?"

"Oh, it was nothing. Eleanor... she just slipped," Margaret said, clearly covering for Isabella.

Eleanor raised an eyebrow, her voice calm but laced with irony. "Did I, Mom?"

"Yes," Margaret insisted, her tone firm.

The scene reminded Eleanor of the child she had lost, and how her family had dismissed it as an accident. Her smile faltered as she murmured, "If you say so."

But Isabella, ever the victim, broke down further. "No, Mom, I... I pushed her, but..."

Margaret moved to comfort her, but Nathaniel’s icy voice cut through the room. "I’m sure Isabella wouldn’t hurt anyone without a good reason."

His words were firm, his gaze piercing as it landed on Eleanor. The faint smile on her pale face vanished completely. Her blood ran cold, her arms trembling at her sides, but her eyes remained steely as she met his gaze.

At that moment, a maid stepped forward. "Mrs. Bennett, I heard Ms. Eleanor and Ms. Isabella arguing earlier."

Margaret turned to the maid. "What did you say?"

Nathaniel’s harsh gaze shifted to the maid, who kept her head bowed. "I heard Ms. Eleanor call Ms. Isabella a... bastard child."

The room fell silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Eleanor stood tall, her defiance unwavering, while Isabella’s tears continued to flow. Nathaniel’s expression darkened, his loyalty to Isabella clear, but Eleanor’s resolve didn’t waver.

The game was far from over.",
###Chapter19

Taking into account the maid's testimony and Isabella's hesitation, Margaret weighed her options and made a decision. She turned to Eleanor and snapped, "Eleanor Thompson!"

She would have slapped Eleanor right then if Nathaniel weren't present. She continued to berate Eleanor, "Isabella is your younger sister, and we Thompsons see her as our daughter! Who do you think you are? And what do you take this family for?"

Eleanor didn't respond. After glancing at the tearful Isabella, she turned to Nathaniel, who was staring at her with a grim expression. Naturally, he was upset to hear that his wife had made such crude remarks about others. He must have been appalled that his childhood friend had been insulted in such a manner.

What devastated Eleanor the most was Nathaniel's unwavering trust in Isabella. He believed Isabella had every right to lash out at others. Yet, he never bothered to ask why Eleanor had argued with Olivia at the mall—it simply wasn't worth his time.

Nathaniel would never stand up for her. All he would do was drag her to the Thompson residence and force her to apologize to Isabella.

Eleanor suddenly laughed. Staring at Margaret, she confessed in a calm, clear voice, "Yes, I said that. And I wasn't wrong."

Her words stunned everyone. Margaret was trembling with rage.

Nathaniel warned her, "Eleanor."

Eleanor locked eyes with Isabella. She declared, "Isabella is a bastard child you adopted. I know she fits your idea of the perfect daughter, but I'm sorry to tell you that I'm your flesh and blood. Even if you refuse to acknowledge me, that doesn't change the fact that I'm your daughter. I carry your DNA."

Nathaniel's eyes darkened. "What nonsense is this?"

"That's not nonsense," she replied, eerily calm. "Am I wrong?"

"Apologize to your mother and Isabella," Nathaniel ordered, avoiding her question.

"Why should I apologize?" she shot back. "And who are you to order me around?"

"Eleanor Thompson!" Nathaniel clenched his jaw, a rare display of fury. He gripped her wrist so tightly it hurt, but the pain in her heart was far worse.

Eleanor had long known that no one in Coppersville would take her side. She might have returned to her biological family, but they never truly accepted her. Nathaniel was no different.

She laughed again and pulled her hand free. Then, without hesitation, she walked away.

"Eleanor Thompson!" Nathaniel called after her, but she didn't look back or stop.

Eleanor drove straight back to the villa she shared with Nathaniel. His car followed closely behind.

Nathaniel arrived at her bedroom door just in time to see her pulling the divorce papers from the drawer.

She handed them to him. "Please sign."

His eyes skimmed the bold header. His expression darkened. "What are you doing?"

"Can't you read?" she chuckled softly. "Should I read it out loud for you?"

Nathaniel didn't respond, and Eleanor's smile faded. She shoved the papers into his hands. "Nathaniel Carter, let's get a divorce."

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###Chapter20

Eleanor declared her desire for a divorce, but Nathaniel remained impassive. He glanced at her briefly before taking the documents. As he flipped through the pages, his eyes landed on her signature at the end. A low chuckle escaped his lips.

Before Eleanor could decipher his reaction, Nathaniel tore the papers in half. Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly composed herself. "Mr. Carter, if you're dissatisfied with that copy, I can easily print another," she said coolly.

Without a word, he tossed the shredded papers into the trash and advanced toward her. Eleanor instinctively stepped back, her retreat halted only when the edge of the table pressed into her bruised waist. She winced but refused to cry out.

Nathaniel seized her wrist, his grip firm. "Eleanor, is this your idea of a threat? Or perhaps a pathetic attempt to manipulate me? Your cheap tactics sicken me."

His words stung more than she cared to admit. She remembered the disdain in his eyes, as if he had uncovered some hidden agenda. It wasn't just about defending Isabella anymore; his disgust seemed rooted in his belief that she was playing games.

Eleanor's heart raced, but she forced a smile. "I'm not threatening you, Nathaniel. I mean it." Her voice was steady, though her chest tightened.

He narrowed his eyes. "And what's the point of ending a marriage that never had love to begin with?"

"Is that all you think matters?" she shot back. "Or are you worried about Julian Whitaker?"

Nathaniel's mention of Julian caught her off guard. Her expression hardened, and she met his gaze head-on. "Is he your next target?" he sneered.

"Of course not," she replied sharply.

A realization dawned on her. "Did you go through my phone?" she demanded.

After their late-night call, Eleanor and Julian had exchanged numbers on WhatsApp. Their conversation had been innocent—just flight details and casual banter. Yet Nathaniel had twisted it into something sordid.

Before she could explain, he gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Eleanor Thompson, I'm not as deceitful as you. You schemed your way into this marriage, and now you think you can just walk away? The Carter family isn't a revolving door."

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "Stay away from Julian. If I catch you cheating, you'll regret it."

Nathaniel released her with a shove, sending her stumbling back into the table. This time, she bit her lip to stifle any sound of pain. Her eyes burned, but she refused to let him see her vulnerability.

Without another word, Nathaniel turned and strode out of the room, leaving Eleanor standing there, her fists clenched and her resolve stronger than ever.",
###Chapter21

Eleanor understood that look from Nathaniel all too well. It was a mixture of warning and contempt. Beneath his composed demeanor and gentle facade, she knew he had a heart as cold as ice.

Her gaze fell to the scattered papers on the floor - the contract he had ripped apart without a second glance. It had taken every ounce of her courage to present that agreement, but he hadn't even bothered to read it. Because to him, it didn't matter.

Her feelings didn't matter. Her decisions didn't matter.

Days passed without seeing Nathaniel. The next time she caught a glimpse of him was in a news article covering a high-profile business meeting in Crestwood City. The photograph showed him in a tailored charcoal suit, his chiseled features as striking as ever, with that faint, practiced smile playing on his lips.

Eleanor quickly closed the article. As she did, a notification popped up - her fans were asking about updates on her latest webcomic.

Being a webtoon artist wasn't exactly prestigious in high society circles. While art appreciation was considered essential among the elite, their tastes leaned heavily toward classical paintings and sculptures. Her romance-themed comics, despite their massive online following, were dismissed as frivolous entertainment.

After responding to some comments, Eleanor pulled out her drawing tablet. Just as she began sketching, her phone buzzed.

Julian's message appeared: "The Whitakers are throwing a welcome party for me tomorrow night. You're coming, right?"

Eleanor frowned. Before she could reply, another text came through: "After waiting five hours for you at the airport the other day, you owe me this much."

She hesitated. She had explicitly told Julian not to expect her at the airport. That was two days ago. Whether he truly waited that long was impossible to verify.

With a sigh, she typed: "Fine. I'll be there."

A digital invitation appeared on her screen. Eleanor noted the time and venue, then returned to her work. She timed her preparations perfectly, but just as she was about to leave, Nathaniel's car pulled into the driveway.

He stepped out, his eyes immediately zeroing in on her evening gown. "Where do you think you're going?"

Eleanor remained silent.

Ethan, her driver, waited by the front door. She reached for the car handle, but Nathaniel slammed it shut before she could open it. Her hand barely escaped being crushed.

"Inside. Now," Nathaniel commanded, his expression unreadable.

"No," Eleanor stood her ground.

Nathaniel produced a newspaper seemingly out of nowhere and flung it at her. It struck her shoulder before falling to the ground. The bold headline screamed alongside a photo of her recent altercation with Olivia.

"No? Do you want to become the city's newest scandal?" His voice was ice cold.

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###Chapter22

Eleanor lowered her gaze, staring at the photograph in the magazine. In it, she looked disheveled and utterly humiliated. Yet, she remained calm. Without a word, she picked up the magazine and tossed it into the nearest trash bin. Then, she reopened the car door.

"Let's go," she told Ethan, her voice steady.

Ethan hesitated, glancing nervously at Nathaniel.

Nathaniel stood there, his expression unreadable, his eyes fixed on Eleanor.

Eleanor didn’t look at him. She didn’t even spare him a second glance as she rolled up the window.

As the window closed, Nathaniel turned and walked into the mansion without hesitation.

He wasn’t looking at her, but Eleanor’s eyes followed him, watching his retreating figure. She knew what his silence meant. He wasn’t going to accompany her to the gala. If she faced ridicule, she would face it alone.

But then again, Eleanor was used to being alone. She always had been.

The gala was far more extravagant than Eleanor had anticipated.

The Whitakers had never hidden Julian’s identity. They had simply been indifferent toward him, making it clear who their preferred heir was when they sent him abroad years ago.

Now that he was back, they were throwing this lavish celebration in his honor.

There had to be a reason behind it, but Julian hadn’t shared it with Eleanor. And she hadn’t asked. After all, it had nothing to do with her.

As she scanned the room for Julian, a voice called out, "Well, well, you actually showed up!"

Eleanor didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. She had no intention of engaging, but just as she was about to walk away, someone grabbed her arm.

"Why the rush? Didn’t you hear me?" Olivia’s voice was sharp. She rarely traveled alone, and as she gripped Eleanor’s arm, her two friends stepped forward, blocking Eleanor’s path.

Just like they had in high school.

Eleanor clenched her fists and turned to face Olivia. "Do you need something?" she asked, her tone calm but firm.

Under Eleanor’s gaze, Olivia faltered for a moment.

Eleanor wasn’t as strikingly beautiful as Isabella, but her porcelain skin seemed to glow against the deep crimson of her gown. Her eyes, though not large, were piercingly clear, giving her an air of quiet confidence as she stared down Olivia.

Olivia recovered quickly, scoffing. "What’s with the attitude? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Eleanor smiled faintly. "Are you trying to start something with me here?"

Her voice was calm, but her body was tense, her arms stiff at her sides. She looked ready to defend herself if necessary.

It was exactly what she’d done that day.

Olivia’s expression darkened. Just as she was about to retort, another voice cut through the tension. "Elle, you made it!"

Olivia’s face twisted at the sound of the voice.

At the same time, the coldness in Eleanor’s eyes softened.

"I was thinking of picking you up," Julian said, ignoring everyone else as he approached Eleanor.

"It’s a grand event," Eleanor replied. "I can manage on my own."",
###Chapter23

Eleanor looked serious, her expression suggesting she wasn't joking, but Julian chuckled.

"Come on. I brought back a pastry chef from Paris. I think you'll love his creations," he said, guiding Eleanor forward.

As the center of attention, most eyes at the gala were on Julian. He seemed unfazed, leading Eleanor to the dessert table and handing her a delicate mini cake. He looked like a child proudly showing off his favorite treat.

While Julian ignored the stares, Eleanor couldn't. She hesitated, then took the cake. "You're being too obvious," she murmured.

Julian raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"You're using me as a shield, aren't you?" Eleanor said, taking a small bite.

It had been a while since she last had cake. At Carter Manor, they had personal chefs, but cakes were rarely made. Among the elite, cakes were more for show than taste, a symbol of status rather than enjoyment.

For Eleanor, who had her first taste of cake at thirteen, it was a simple pleasure. The cream melted in her mouth, sweet with a hint of citrus. Her mood lifted slightly. Julian noticed her expression soften and smiled. "You haven't changed."

"So, you're bribing me with cake?" Eleanor asked, swallowing another bite.

Julian sighed. "As expected, I can't fool you."

Eleanor glanced at Olivia, who was glaring at her with clenched teeth. Ignoring her, Eleanor turned back to Julian. "The Davenports are trying to set you up with Olivia?"

"Yeah. She's one of the options."

Eleanor focused on her cake. "She seems interested in you."

"How so?"

"Our argument made headlines today. I'm not the only one being talked about. The fact that she still came shows she's clearly interested," Eleanor said calmly.

Julian laughed. "Is that so? Then, what about you? Why are you here?"

"My friend invited me," Eleanor replied, emphasizing the word "friend."

Julian understood her implication. He handed her another cake. "I know you're married," he said. "If you're happy, I'll support you. But Eleanor, you're not happy."

His words were firm, stripping away the facade Eleanor had built. She was at a loss for words. Just then, Julian glanced over her shoulder. "Your husband is here."

Eleanor's expression shifted. She turned quickly.

Julian was right. Nathaniel had arrived, Isabella on his arm.

Today's Bonus Offer",
###Chapter24

Eleanor's arm was linked with Nathaniel. They were both dressed in matching navy suits. At first glance, they appeared to be the ideal couple.

Eleanor felt as though she had been slapped by her own husband. Bitterness surged within her. Not even the cake could mask the bitter taste.

She didn't continue her conversation with Julian. Instead, she placed her cake on the table. Just as she turned to leave, Isabella spotted her.

"Eleanor!"

Her voice was loud and clear. It was impossible for Eleanor not to hear her. At the same time, Julian stepped in front of her, blocking her escape route.

Eleanor frowned at him.

Julian didn't look at her. He looked straight ahead and smiled, extending his hand. "Mr. Carter. I've heard a lot about you."

Nathaniel ignored Eleanor, who had turned her back to him, and shook Julian's hand. "Pleasure to meet you."

"Julian, long time no see!" Isabella greeted Julian excitedly. Her eyes were large and bright, shining almost as bright as the stars.

Julian just smiled at her politely.

Isabella didn't seem to mind his lackluster reaction. She turned her smile onto Eleanor. "Eleanor, why didn't you tell me you were coming here?

"I left late, so I thought I'd be the last one to arrive. I didn't expect to see Nathaniel at the door! Actually, why didn't you come with him?"

Isabella managed to explain why she had turned up with Nathaniel, but the main point was her last question.

Eleanor turned. "No particular reason," she replied simply, not inviting an answer.

Not even Isabella knew how to continue the conversation. But she brightened all the same and changed the subject. "Julian, you must have prepared all these cakes for Eleanor, didn't you? But I don't think she likes cake now. I've never seen Nathaniel get her any cake."

Isabella's acting was horrible. Eleanor could puke at the sight.

She had no intention of playing along with her act. "Sorry," she said. "I need to go to the bathroom." With that, she turned away.

Isabella was about to offer to accompany her, but Eleanor wasn't about to give her the chance. As soon as she finished speaking, she walked away.

Just then, someone grabbed her hand. Before she could react, the hand made its way around her shoulder.

"I'll go with you," Nathaniel said, calm yet firm.

Eleanor frowned.

However, Nathaniel's grip was tight. She had no way of freeing herself.

Before she was led away, Eleanor saw Julian scowling. In the end, she let herself be pulled away without a fight.",
"When they reached the deserted hallway, Eleanor spoke firmly, "We're alone now. You can release me, Mr. Carter."

Nathaniel remained silent, his grip unyielding. His silence spoke volumes, but Eleanor had reached her limit. She wasn't going to endure this any longer.

When Nathaniel showed no signs of letting go, Eleanor dug her nails into his hand, pulling with all her strength. For a moment, she thought she might actually break his fingers.

The tension between them was palpable, each second stretching into an eternity. Eleanor's heart pounded as she struggled against his iron hold, her determination unwavering. She wasn't the same woman who had once silently endured his control.

Nathaniel's expression remained stoic, but a flicker of something—perhaps surprise or frustration—crossed his features. He had underestimated her resolve, and now he was paying the price.

Eleanor's breath came in short, sharp gasps as she continued to fight against his grip. She wasn't going to back down, not this time. The past was behind her, and she was determined to forge a new path, one where she was in control of her own destiny.

The hallway seemed to close in around them, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Eleanor's mind raced, searching for a way out, a way to break free from the chains of her past and the man who still held so much power over her.

But even as she struggled, a part of her knew that this was just the beginning. The battle for her independence was far from over, and Nathaniel Carter was not a man who would easily let go.",
###Chapter25

Eleanor was struggling to break free from Nathaniel's grasp when he suddenly wrapped his other arm around her waist. With a firm pull, he yanked her closer, causing her to stumble into his chest. To anyone watching, it looked as though Eleanor had willingly thrown herself into his arms.

Her expression darkened instantly.

Before she could react, Nathaniel reached up and brushed his thumb lightly across her lips. Eleanor had just eaten a slice of cake, but she was certain there was nothing left on her lips. His gesture, however, made her feel uneasy.

Her frown deepened, and she opened her mouth to demand he release her, but Nathaniel spoke first. "Did you enjoy the cake?" he asked, his tone casual yet laced with something darker.

The question caught her off guard. Before she could respond, Nathaniel leaned down and captured her lips in a searing kiss.

The kiss was as commanding and possessive as the man himself. The faint sweetness of the cake lingered between them, but Nathaniel seemed to dislike it. His kiss grew more aggressive, his grip tightening around her waist until Eleanor was sure bruises were forming.

She pressed her palms against his chest, trying to push him away, but Nathaniel didn’t budge. To an outsider, it might have looked like a passionate embrace, but Eleanor knew better. Nathaniel wasn’t kissing her out of love or desire—he was using her to vent his frustration.

He was like a dog guarding its food. He could discard her, but no one else was allowed to take her away.

Eleanor remembered their last encounter vividly, the way they had fought, the way he had tried to control her. Realizing that struggling was futile, she stopped resisting and let her arms fall to her sides, her gaze cold and unwavering.

Just then, Nathaniel bit down hard on her lower lip.

Pain shot through her, and she felt the metallic tang of blood. A small gasp escaped her lips, and only then did Nathaniel release her.

Eleanor stepped back, one hand covering her mouth. She could feel the blood welling up from the wound. Her frown deepened, but before she could say anything, Nathaniel grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

His expression was as arrogant and disdainful as ever. "This is your final warning," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Stay away from Julian Whitaker. Do you understand?"

Eleanor didn’t respond.

Nathaniel didn’t wait for an answer. He released her and walked away, leaving her standing there, her lip still bleeding.

After a moment, Eleanor wiped the blood from her lips, reapplied her lipstick, and returned to the party. Nathaniel was already mingling with the crowd, the center of attention as always. It didn’t surprise her. She didn’t bother approaching him. Instead, she turned and headed toward the exit.

Just as she was about to leave, she heard laughter coming from the side of the room. She glanced over and saw Olivia and her friends huddled together, laughing at something they were holding.

Eleanor was about to ignore them when she realized what they were holding—it was her sketchbook.

Her heart sank. She had left it in the lounge earlier, and now it was in the hands of the last people she wanted to see it.

Olivia looked up and caught Eleanor’s eye, a smug smile spreading across her face. "Oh, Eleanor," she called out, holding up the sketchbook. "We were just admiring your... *artwork*. It’s quite... *interesting*."

Eleanor’s jaw tightened, but she said nothing. She turned and walked away, her mind racing. She needed to get that sketchbook back before they could do any more damage.

But as she left the hall, she couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to get much worse.",
###Chapter26

Eleanor stood frozen in place, her heart pounding. After a moment, she wiped the blood from her lips, reapplied her lipstick, and forced herself to return to the party.

Nathaniel was already surrounded by a group of admirers, his charismatic presence drawing everyone in. As always, he was the center of attention. Eleanor wasn't surprised. She didn't bother approaching him. Instead, she turned on her heel and made her way toward the exit.

Just as she was about to leave, a burst of laughter caught her attention. She glanced to the side and saw Olivia and her clique huddled together, giggling over something they were holding. Eleanor's stomach dropped. She recognized the object in their hands immediately—it was her sketchbook.

She hesitated, torn between confronting them and walking away. But before she could decide, Nathaniel appeared beside her. His hand reached out, gripping her arm firmly.

"Let's go," he said, his voice low and commanding.

Julian, who had been approaching Eleanor, froze mid-step. Nathaniel's sharp gaze flicked toward him, and Julian slowly withdrew, his expression unreadable.

Eleanor's heart raced as Nathaniel led her away, the sound of Olivia's laughter fading behind them. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. The sketchbook in Olivia's hands wasn't just a collection of drawings—it was a piece of her soul, and now it was in the hands of her enemies.

As they stepped into the cool night air, Eleanor glanced back at the party, her mind racing. She knew this wasn't over. The sketchbook was just the beginning.",
###Chapter27

Before Julian went abroad, he hadn't interacted much with Nathaniel. Therefore, he didn't know Nathaniel well at all. However, he could tell that Nathaniel's look was a warning.

Julian just laughed.

Nathaniel ignored him. After the glance, he left, pulling Eleanor along with him.

He slammed the car door shut loudly.

Eleanor could sense his anger. She didn't want to get into trouble, so she scooted away from him, still holding her sketchbook tightly.

However, Nathaniel reached out and snatched it out of her hold.

Eleanor's eyes widened in shock. "Give it back!" she said immediately.

This was the most animated Nathaniel had ever seen her in their two years of marriage. Eleanor pounced on him like an angry cat, trying to snatch the book away from him.

Nathaniel had only intended to take a look, but Eleanor's attitude made him frown. He grabbed both of her hands, trapping them so that she did not get a chance to snatch the sketchbook back.

"Let me go! That is mine!" Eleanor cried, even more agitated.

Nathaniel did not look at her. He lifted up the sketches to look at them.

Ethan had already started driving at this point. The lighting was dim in the car. Just as Nathaniel was about to turn on the lights, Eleanor suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the mouth.

This made Nathaniel pause. In his memory, this was the first time that Eleanor had initiated a kiss.

Because of her childhood, she'd always been dull and boring. She never initiated intimacy.

This was why Nathaniel was surprised when Eleanor kissed him suddenly.

While he was in a daze, Eleanor successfully grabbed the sketchbook. Then, she shoved it behind her, hiding it from him.

Nathaniel realized what she was trying to do. He looked at her darkly. "Give it back."

"It's mine," Eleanor replied.

Nathaniel did not have the patience to argue with her. Just as he was about to take the sketchbook forcefully, his phone rang.

Eleanor knew she wouldn't be able to resist him. She was already thinking about throwing the entire book out of the window when Nathaniel's call saved her.

She couldn't hear what was being said on the other end, but she saw Nathaniel's expression fall.

"I'll head over at once," he said before hanging up.

Then, he looked over at Ethan. "Stop the car."

The car stopped.

Without any explanation to Eleanor, Nathaniel opened the door and got out of the car.",

Eleanor only regained her composure when the car began moving again. She glanced out the window, but Nathaniel had already vanished from sight. Slowly, she lowered her gaze, her thoughts swirling.

Nathaniel didn't return home that night.

At dawn, Eleanor crept out of her room and switched off the stairway light before retreating to bed. An idea struck her, and she quickly pulled up Isabella's social media page. As expected, Isabella had posted a new update—a photo of herself at the hospital, accompanied by several praying emojis as the caption.

In the comments section, a few of their mutual friends inquired if she was alright. Isabella replied, "It's not me. Mrs. Montgomery Senior is hospitalized."

Clara?

It took Eleanor a moment to process that it was Clara Montgomery.

Today's Bonus Offer",
###Chapter28

Eleanor hesitated at the door, her hand poised to knock. She wasn't eager to please Clara, but she couldn't bear to disappoint Victoria either. Just as her knuckles were about to meet the wood, Clara's voice drifted through, sharp and cutting.

"You're such a delight, my dear. Far superior to your sister."

"Please, Grandma Clara, Eleanor has her qualities too."

"Qualities? She's nothing but a reckless, uncultured girl. Her recent actions have tarnished our family's name!" Eleanor's hand dropped to her side.

"If it weren't for Victoria's insistence, I would never have allowed Nathaniel to marry her in the first place!" Clara's voice rose. "Victoria must have done this deliberately. She knew I favored you, yet she pushed for Nathaniel to marry Eleanor. It's all just to vex me!"

Eleanor's heart sank. She turned away, her steps heavy as she retreated down the hallway. The weight of Clara's words pressed on her chest, making it hard to breathe. She had always known Clara's disdain, but hearing it so plainly was a different kind of pain.

As she reached the grand staircase, she paused, gripping the banister tightly. The opulent chandelier above cast a cold, glittering light, reflecting the icy atmosphere of the house. Eleanor's mind raced, torn between her duty to Victoria and her own self-respect.

She descended the stairs slowly, each step echoing in the vast emptiness of the mansion. The sound of her heels clicking against the marble floor seemed to mock her, a reminder of the gilded cage she found herself in.

Reaching the bottom, Eleanor glanced at the grand clock in the foyer. Time seemed to stretch endlessly in this house, each minute a test of her endurance. She squared her shoulders, determined not to let Clara's words break her. She had faced worse, and she would face this too.

As she walked towards the garden, the fresh air offered a brief respite. The scent of blooming roses filled her lungs, a stark contrast to the stifling atmosphere inside. Eleanor found a secluded bench and sat down, her thoughts swirling like the autumn leaves around her.

She knew she had to find a way to navigate this treacherous terrain, to protect herself while still honoring her commitments. But for now, she allowed herself a moment of quiet, a small rebellion against the chaos that surrounded her.",
###Chapter29

"Did you hear what I said, Nathaniel?" Clara's sharp tone cut through the sterile hospital air.

Eleanor froze at the door, her grip tightening on the lunchbox. So Nathaniel was here too.

His voice was calm, almost detached. "Grandma, we agreed not to discuss this."

"Agreements change when promises are broken!" Clara's voice rose, then broke into a fit of coughing.

"Grandma Clara!" Isabella rushed to her side, her movements graceful even in panic.

"I'm fine," Clara waved her off. "Nathaniel, you're my only grandson. I only want what's best for you. Your mother used the Amity Group shares to force your hand before, but now you're free. You should consider ending this farce with Eleanor."

Silence.

Eleanor didn't wait for Nathaniel's response. She pushed the door open, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. The room's occupants turned in unison.

Isabella had been gazing at Nathaniel with that familiar, adoring look. At Eleanor's entrance, her expression shifted to one of feigned concern. "Eleanor!" she exclaimed, rising gracefully.

Ignoring her, Eleanor placed the lunchbox on the table. "Victoria sent this. It's soup."

Clara's eyes narrowed. "What's with that attitude?"

Eleanor looked up, a tight smile on her lips. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. If you're so reluctant, don't bother coming. I've never seen such disrespect—"

"Fine."

Before Clara could finish, Eleanor turned on her heel.

The room froze.

Nathaniel moved first, his hand closing around her wrist. "Eleanor," his voice was low, dangerous.

She met his gaze, unflinching. "What? I'm clearly not wanted here."

"Apologize to Grandma," he commanded, ignoring her words.

Eleanor's fists clenched at her sides. The air between them crackled with tension.

Isabella approached, her voice trembling with false concern. "Eleanor, please. Grandma Clara is in the hospital because of you. She's still your elder. You shouldn't—" Her voice broke, tears welling up in her eyes.

The contrast was stark - Isabella, the picture of delicate concern; Eleanor, cold and unyielding.

Clara scoffed. "Don't bother! I don't need her apologies. I just need her out of my sight!"

Eleanor's lips curved into a bitter smile. "Gladly." She turned to Nathaniel, her voice steady. "Let go of me."

For a moment, his grip tightened. Then, with a sharp exhale, he released her. Eleanor walked out, her head held high, the echo of her heels fading down the corridor.

Behind her, Clara's voice carried through the open door. "You see, Nathaniel? This is exactly why you need to end this marriage. That woman is nothing but trouble!"

The door swung shut, cutting off the rest. Eleanor didn't look back.",

Eleanor stood frozen, her heart pounding. Nathaniel's grip on her arm tightened, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Eleanor," he repeated, his tone laced with warning.

She closed her eyes briefly, then turned to face Clara Montgomery. The room fell silent as Eleanor spoke, her voice steady but laced with resignation. "I apologize, Mrs. Montgomery."

The formal address sent a ripple of shock through the room. Nathaniel's jaw tightened, his fingers digging into her arm, but Eleanor didn't flinch. She continued, her words cutting through the tension like a knife. "You were right. I'm not fit to be your grandson's wife. There's nothing holding him to me now, and I won't force myself on someone who clearly doesn't want me."

Clara blinked, momentarily stunned. "Are you saying...?"

Eleanor met her gaze head-on, her voice firm. "I'm willing to divorce Nathaniel."

The declaration hung in the air, heavy and final. Nathaniel's grip on her arm loosened, his expression unreadable. Eleanor stepped back, her heart aching but her resolve unshaken. She had made her choice, and there was no turning back.",
###Chapter30

As soon as Eleanor finished speaking, Nathaniel released her arm.
He had dismissed her first mention of divorce as a moment of frustration, but this was the second time.
It no longer felt like a joke.

"Eleanor, what are you saying?" Isabella struggled to suppress her smile, though she managed to feign shock. "How can you talk about divorce so casually? You and Nathaniel..."

Eleanor ignored her, her gaze fixed on Clara.
Clara recovered quickly. "Are you threatening me, Eleanor?" Her reaction mirrored Nathaniel's from days ago.

Eleanor laughed softly and shook her head. "No, I'm not. I'm serious."
She turned to Nathaniel. "We don't love each other. There's nothing binding us together. There's no point in prolonging this marriage. We should just end it."

Before Clara could respond, Victoria interjected, "No! I won't allow this!"
She had hoped Eleanor would show some respect to Clara. She hadn't expected to walk into this scene.

Victoria stepped forward. "Marriage is sacred. You can't make such decisions lightly. Your union was arranged two decades ago. You can't just—"

"Are you sure?" Nathaniel interrupted, his question directed at Eleanor.
"Yes, I'm sure," Eleanor replied calmly.
"Fine. Don't regret this."
"When are we going to the courthouse?"
Both spoke with unsettling composure.

Victoria's expression darkened. "Nathaniel Carter!"
"Mom." Before Nathaniel could respond, Eleanor turned to Victoria. "Thank you for your care and kindness over the past two years. Truthfully... I've been considering this for a while now."

"You once told me that love and marriage require long-term effort, but I think I've given it everything I have. Maybe we're just not meant to be."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but as Nathaniel's mother, you'd want him to be happy, wouldn't you? You should be happy for him now."

Victoria was at a loss for words.
Eleanor stepped back. "I'll take my leave now. Goodbye."
With that, she turned and walked away. Her composure suggested she had been contemplating this decision for some time, making it easier to sever ties today.

Victoria pursed her lips.
"I'll... I'll go check on Eleanor. Goodbye, Grandma Clara."
Realizing she shouldn't linger, Isabella quickly excused herself.

Victoria turned to Nathaniel. "Are you satisfied now?"
"You heard her. This was her decision," Nathaniel replied.
Victoria laughed bitterly. "Yes, she made the decision. And what about you? What have you done for your marriage? Or does it have nothing to do with you?"

She didn't wait for his response. "I know you don't love Eleanor, but I thought you'd at least have some sense of responsibility. You disappoint me, Nathaniel Carter."

Nathaniel chuckled dryly. "Is there anything I've done that hasn't disappointed you, Mom?"

Eleanor walked out of the hospital swiftly.
Isabella was quick to spread the news."