All Chapters of The Wife He Never Knew: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Neither name in the headline carried any labeling no "mistress," no "affair." Eleanor genuinely hadn't seen herself becoming a national talking point this way.She hadn't expected to see her own wedding photos up on the internet, of all things.Photos with Julian, her wedding to him.Not studio shots, candid frames from the ceremony itself.Eleanor in a pearl-white off-the-shoulder satin gown, exchanging rings with Julian in a custom-cut black suit.She could confirm those photos were real. Knew exactly how few people in the Cross family even had access to copies.The online quality, though, was rough low-res enough that no one could confidently confirm either face.Wait, is Eleanor secretly Cross Group's young mistress?!Obviously photoshopped. Fake from a mile away.Convenient timing for this to drop right now, no?The resolution's blurry on purpose hiding the seams.Everyone disperse, this is nothing.If this turns out to be real, I'll eat fifty pounds of dirt live on stream.Opini

Julian's eyes met hers too, loaded with an unmistakable warning.If she pushed the divorce right here, right now, in front of Edward, she was fairly sure he wouldn't refuse.He might not love the decision, but he'd respect it.ButEleanor couldn't make herself say it.It wasn't Julian's warning holding her back.It was Edward. Recovering, hospitalized, his heart already under strain this wasn't the moment to pile more on him.He wasn't the type to follow trending topics online. Whatever had landed him here, it hadn't been her scandal directly.It had to be Marcus, and the divorce papers.She couldn't be the reason he collapsed further. If something happened to him because of her, she'd carry that guilt forever."I want... to resign."She said it with as much weight as she could manage.Something flickered across Julian's face."Resigning's a wonderful idea!" Diane clapped, delighted."You never should've been working in the first place. This family can support you fine without it. Qui

First time she'd ever seen Julian in an apron.Whether it was those years leaning on each other at the detention center or the night he'd shown up outside her university with a ring, Eleanor had never once pictured him as someone capable in a kitchen.Three years married, and not once had he cooked a meal.If she hadn't stumbled across him and Cassandra at the grocery store that day, she'd never have known he could cook at all.She studied him now, unable to stop herself.The apron wasn't pink dark navy canvas, heavy, clearly well-used and not new.Something specifically kept for him.Which meant this wasn't a one-off performance for the party. He did this regularly. For her.Eleanor couldn't name exactly what was twisting in her chest, but it wasn't nothing."Eleanor, you haven't tried Julian's cooking yet, right? Have some, it's amazing."Cassandra approached, offering chopsticks like a peace treaty.Eleanor didn't answer."Eleanor, you're on your way out, and Cassandra still went o

Private club.Eleanor smoothed her outfit a black business suit, the kind you'd wear to a job interview, and her nerves matched exactly that.She'd carried a low-grade aversion to clubs ever since Dale Quinn had dragged her name through this exact kind of venue.Tonight was about angel investors, not drinks.She'd wanted out of Cross Group for a long time, but returning to Fenwick & York had never been the plan.She was building something of her own. A design studio, her own name on the door.Design, she trusted herself to handle. Running a company was new ground entirely.She had money, but a jewelry brand ate capital fast, and her savings, even generous by most standards would only stretch so far against a real launch. Plus her mother's ongoing medical costs sat on top of everything.She'd already reached out to a handful of names from Lauren's investor group, and gotten mostly polite disinterest in return.She braced herself for a slow start. Everyone said the beginning was the har

Three years off the circuit, and Eleanor had entered tonight expecting, at best, a modest placement some prize money, nothing more.That had genuinely been the whole plan.Instead, she'd taken first. Broken the record on top of it.The crowd's roar was deafening.Even Julian, who couldn't have cared less about racing under normal circumstances, found himself impressed. "She's genuinely good.""'Good'?! That's an understatement! Incredible! Unreal!" Tyler shouted, spit flying in Cassandra's direction with every syllable."I've decided!" He clapped both hands together, dead serious now, facing Julian and Cassandra. "Chloe Lynn is officially my idol from tonight forward."Julian shrugged. "You haven't even seen her face yet. What if she's hideous""Doesn't matter, she's still my idol." Tyler thumped his chest, righteous. "I'm not some shallow guy who only cares about looks. That kind of driving, that kind of nerve I'd still love her if her face was a mess."Julian let the comment go unch