All Chapters of When Our Daughter Died, My Husband Cheated: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Melissa’s POVYolanda and I are at a restaurant now, along with Zane, who rented out the whole place and basically told everyone to leave. All the staff will be paid triple their normal rate, just to buy their silence.Now we’re in an Italian restaurant alone, eating and catching up. There’s a new light in Yolanda’s eyes, and I don’t think it’s just from her happiness after seeing me. I think it’s also because now, she has a real chance of taking revenge on Eleanor.“God, it’s been hard,” she says, looking at Zane and laughing in disbelief. “You, sir, are a menace! I didn’t even know that was going on. I had no idea that you were hiding Melissa the entire time!”Zane laughs as he takes a sip of wine. “Well, it’s a secret that shouldn’t ever come out. I have to protect… Flora.”I grin at the sound of my new name. “So, here is the plan that we have so far… I will enter the fashion world again, but I will be known as Flora Montclair.”“I love it,” she says immediately. “The name… it just

Melissa’s POVMy body freezes for a moment, knowing that Zane feels turned on by me.But instead of making him stop, I just let it happen.I want this to happen.I realize that I want him too.The way he wants me.“Zane,” I moan, closing my eyes as he continues what he’s doing. “It feels so good….”Zane’s tongue trails down to my areola and he licks around it, trailing down to the curve under and bite a mound of it softly, just enough to make my nerves wake up to the fullest. I gasp, my core clenching and tightening.I can’t take it anymore so I start grinding on him, slowly at first before I pick up my pace."Melissa…."His voice came out hoarse as he threw his head backwards. His hands now leave my breast and wrap around my waist, holding it firmly on his hard-on."You feel good," Zane growls and I grind on him a little harder.I wrap my arms around his neck and positioned myself on his hardness, now poking hard through his pants. I bite down on my lips. I can tell how huge he is an

Eleanor’s POV“Hunter, what are you doing?” I ask, but my mind is already running the possibilities.Hunter might hurt me. I know that. And if he does hurt me, then Andrew will feel sorry for me and try to spend more time with me to make up for it. That’s considered a win.But if Hunter doesn’t hurt me and just fucks me, then there’s a high chance that I will get pregnant. I can convince a doctor to have it aborted out of me, or I can cause a real miscarriage that will show evidence of me being truly pregnant… then Andrew will stay with me because of that tragic event. That’s another win in my book.But if I do get pregnant and a miscarriage or abortion doesn’t happen, then I will have a baby that’s born premature. I can pay off a doctor to say that the baby hasn’t been developing well due to my loneliness and neglect, then Andrew will feel guilty and stay with me.Another win.All of this is a win.I can have everything I want if I just play this right.And after that, I can hunt Hun

Andrew’s POVMy mind is whirring, and I don’t know how to stop it.I get out of Lottie’s room, unable to stand the sheer terror coming from the child. I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but why on earth would Lottie make such stories about Eleanor?I’m angry. I feel like I can break something. I keep calling Eleanor, and her phone keeps ringing, which tells me that she can hear me calling.But why on earth would she just not answer?“Fuck it, Eleanor,” I say through voicemail. “You need to come here so we can talk. Or do you know what you did and that is why you’re hiding from me and your fucking daughter right now?”I almost want to throw my cellphone across the room. I’m so full of rage that I almost want to seek Eleanor and just yell in her face.But good thing she finally shows up before I can reach my limit. She appears from the hallway, looking disheveled. Her clothes are messy and crumpled and her hair is a mess. She also has a mark on her neck.“What the fuck is that?” I ask,

Eleanor’s POVIt’s already close to midnight, and Andrew hasn’t come home yet.I pace the floor in front of the front door, staring at the numbers like they will somehow turn back if I stare hard enough.Lottie was already taken home. I called Andrew to tell him to help me but even then he didn’t answer. I called his secretary to check if he was there, and even then he’s not.He’s just so unreachable.I know that it’s probably because of what Lottie told him, so I had to spend the rest of the afternoon really drilling into Lottie’s mind that I didn’t do it. I pampered her and brought those digs in, emphasizing that I never willingly hurt her.“You will tell that to Daddy when he comes home, okay?” I told her before I tucked her into bed earlier this evening. “You know I would never do anything to hurt you, sweetheart.”“I know, Mommy, and I’m sorry,” Lottie said, and we made up with a hug.To be honest, a good beating would’ve instilled better values and intelligence into that child, b