บททั้งหมดของ When Our Daughter Died, My Husband Cheated: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 189

Andrew’s POVThe morning after, I feel different.I spent the night in my own apartment for the first time in what feels like forever. I have to admit that it was hard at first. Because even though I rarely slept with Eleanor next to me, it felt different feeling the presence of other people in the house. I have to say that I miss the noise, the companionship even though it’s distant.In the long hours of tossing and turning, the regret came. I started to think that maybe I was too harsh. That I made a huge mistake. That maybe it would be better if I just go back there and try to fix it.However, it’s just a phase, and I was very well aware of that.I tried to fight through it, as hard as it was. I was struggling, and it didn’t help that Lottie kept calling me.“Daddy, please come home,” she kept pleading with me last night. “It’s not the same without you. It’s not good here at all. Daddy, please just come back to us.”It was so hard to resist her.I would be lying if I said that I di

Andrew’s POVFor the first time in what felt like years, I’m excited.I’m excited to see Lottie. I look forward to making things right with her. I know for sure that she’s not my biological daughter, that we don’t share a single drop of blood, but Lottie is a good kid… when she’s away from her mother. I’m at the point where I can separate her from Eleanor and know that Lottie would have been a lot better if she didn’t have her first five years with her mother.I have flowers on my lap. I’m determined to treat her like a princess. On the way to school to pick her up, I can’t help but feel a sting in my heart.This is the kind of thing I wish I would’ve done with Allie.But I know it’s too late now.Clutching the flowers and the bag of toys and sweets in my hands, I park my car in front of the school.The girls in the academy are already dismissed now, and they’re running around the grounds, laughing and screeching. The sound makes me smile, and I find myself starting to feel a lot bett

Third Person POVZane can feel that something is wrong.Something thick and foreboding hung in the air, like a warning. He can’t stay still in his seat, so he exits his car and looks at the building, trying to see if he can spot Melissa either from the penthouse window or at the entrance.But just then, the lights in the penthouse turn off. Some of the staff start to leave. His heart jumps out in his chest, and he starts to walk to the office.“Hello?” Zane says to one of the women. “My girlfriend went in there to see someone it’s been twenty minutes and she was supposed to see Andrew.”The women look at each other. One of them looks familiar. Zane is almost certain he’s seen her with Andrew many times. She must be his secretary. “I’m sorry, but no woman came to see me for the last, like… five hours. Are you sure she went here?”That’s all the confirmation Zane needs.Forgetting about everything, he rushes to the building. It’s still open, bright and inviting. But there’s something si

Melissa’s POVTime was already slow before, but now, it completely stops.The bullet I fired shoots to the side, completely useless, while Zane sinks to his knees, his eyes still wide in shock. Blood starts to flow from the top of his head to his face, streaming down his cheeks like tears. He raises a hand like he’s reaching for me, but I stand there, completely frozen.Meanwhile, Hunter spits out blood and laughs, raising his gun to fire more. “I warned you. I will kill all of you.”I don’t know what hit me. The idea of death and killing someone has always been too much for me, especially when Allie died. It’s too dark, a concept that I never allowed myself to think about, even when Eleanor’s abuse was at its worst.But seeing Zane like that, understanding the possibility that this is the end of his life… it broke something in me.I start to fire the gun. Over and over. As many times as I can. This time, my aim remains true. The bullets don’t ricochet. They all hit Hunter. On his che

EpilogueFIVE YEARS LATER.Third Person POV“Are you serious?” Melissa splutters, staring at the monitor in awe. “I… how did that happen?”The ultrasound technician laughs. “Do you want me to tell you how babies happen?”“Yeah, I think we know that process pretty well,” Zane jokes, and Melissa slaps his arm.They’re in a clinic, celebrating their third wedding anniversary together. It’s an odd place to celebrate for sure, but Melissa can’t deal with her nausea anymore and she figured maybe it’s time to find out if her suspicions are true.And they are true.Melissa is pregnant.With twins.“Six weeks pregnant,” she says, roaming the ultrasound wand around. “Did you not have any symptoms apart from nausea?”“No,” Melissa says, shaking her head in amazement. “My period became a bit irregular for the past year, but that’s only because my clothing line is going international, and I’ve been stressed out.”“You would be less stressed out if you let me help.” Zane kisses her hand. “Come on.