A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1400

In Yates’ mind, Eleanor had always been the epitome of gentleness. It was the first time he’d seen her fly off the handle, and for a fleeting moment, his resolve wavered. But as quickly as it came, it passed. “You and Bernard are all wrong for each other.”

Eleanor’s lips curled into a scornful smile, the disdain spreading like a stain. “Bernard and I have been through thick and thin for over a decade. We’ve faced life and death together, weathered every hardship. How come we’re all wrong just because you say so?”

Yates shot back, “I made a deal with Bernard. Break up with you, and he walks free. He didn’t hesitate to leave you for his freedom. Tell me, how is a man who can ditch you at the drop of a hat right for you?”

Eleanor scoffed, “If you hadn’t trapped him, hadn’t used my unborn child as a bargaining chip, would a man, alone and mired in trouble, ever choose to leave me?”

Bernard’s so-called ‘choice’ wasn’t a true reflection of their relationship but a result of Yates’ relentless pressure. With no other option, he had to compromise first and then plan to strike back with vengeance.

A man usually decisive in action, Bernard bent in the face of the enemy to protect her and their child. That alone proved his worth as a husband and father. No one was better suited than he.

But Yates wouldn’t understand. “If it were me, no matter the threat, I wouldn’t choose to break up. So, in my eyes, Bernard doesn’t love you enough.”

escaped Eleanor’s eyes. “And you? To get Pauline, you muscled in on her and her high

between your

calm Eleanor but was briskly pushed aside. “Your matters are not for me to meddle

with Eleanor’s equally indignant stare.

your selfish gains. What kind of grandfather does that make you? What kind of family are we?”

visibly, his fist clenching on the

Eleanor’s safety, Peterson instinctively stepped in front of her. “Grandpa, it’s my fault. I’m sorry for the argument.” Yates, needing an outlet for his anger, suddenly stood up, his hand flying out to deliver a stinging slap

face.

through him, but he clenched his teeth and remained silent,

chests spoke volumes of the rift the slap

held back. “Eleanor, arguing with Grandpa is pointless. He won’t understand

tragic demise, a gang assault that led to her death, had haunted Yates for decades. Only his burning

her. All he knew was that Bernard led the Siren Organization,

by vengeance, couldn’t let go of his hatred, opting instead to keep