All Chapters of When Our Daughter Died, My Husband Cheated: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Melissa’s POVThe dark satisfaction that floods into my body watching the red splotch on Eleanor’s cheek grow and spread, copying the exact mark of my hand. I step back, watching her gasp and clutch her cheek. “Andrew will know about this,” Eleanor says in a low voice. She’s rubbing her cheek hard, which I assume is to leave a redder mark for Andrew to see. “As soon as he comes here—”“You taunt me about being alone when all along Andrew isn’t here for you either,” I interrupt. “At least I know he’s not here for me because we’re divorcing. What about you?”She lets out an unhinged laugh. “He might not be here now, but he will be here soon. I already called him, and he will find out what you did!”“I told you to stay away from me. You don’t listen, you get slapped. That’s just how it works. I warned you. Keep my daughter’s name and anything about her out of your mouth.”“You bitch,” she hisses under her breath. “He will never tolerate this from you!”“By all means, tell him,” I say d

Melissa’s POVWhen I arrive at Eleanor’s house, I can confidently say that I’m not even myself anymore. I park the car in front of the house, almost crashing the front right into the pretty flowerbeds. One of the maids outside freaks out, watching me get out of the car and head to the front door.“You can’t park there, miss!” she says, running after me.But I just push past her. My throat is tight with rage. My face is blazing hot. I shove the front door open, causing it to smash against the wall. The sound echoes in the wide foyer. I expected Eleanor to come running because of the commotion, but to my surprise, she’s not here.The grand living room is decorated to the nines. Flowers, fairy lights, little glass angels on the tables that weren’t there before. There’s a big table in the corner covered in a pretty pink cloth, full of sweets and pastries. There’s even a chocolate fountain for the kids running around. I thought this was just a normal sleepover where the parents drop thei

Melissa’s POVPanic grips my throat like a vice. My body acts faster than my brain. I find myself trying to position myself in the backseat to kick open the car window. My hands are still bound behind my back and there’s not much I can do.But the cops are already leading me to a path off the road, the ride getting bumpier by the second. The driver seems to notice my antics and speeds up, making me fall from the backseat and onto the floor of the car. A scream is stuck in my throat. I’m desperately trying to get up even though I can barely move my upper body. But that’s when the car screeches into a grinding halt.“Stop fucking moving!” the driver calls out to me, getting out of the car and turning off the headlights. Soon enough, the other cop gets out too. I hear the door to the backseat opening, then I feel hands grabbing the back of my collar and dragging me out.I land on the ground. I can feel dry soil and moist grass under me. We’re in a field with tall grass, and the only t

Third Person POV“You should go now,” Melissa keeps saying, but her eyes are shut with pain as Zane did his best to treat her cuts and other injuries.Seeing her like that was a punch in the gut. Zane has never been the caring kind of man, as he never really had anyone to care for. But right now, he felt closer to anyone than ever. It’s heartbreaking, yes. It’s also making him angry. But at the same time, he feels quite fulfilled to be the one doing this.After all, even though she might not remember, Melissa has been a good friend to him.“I’m not leaving until you’re better,” he insists, and she relaxes once more. “You’re in bad shape, and I would be the asshole if I leave now.”She manages a faint smile. “You’ll be the logical guy who knows his priorities.”“Okay, how about I cut you a deal?” Zane offers. “I leave once all of this is done.”Melissa nods. She’s already embarrassed enough as it is. She’s also starting to become unconscious. The stress of today is insurmountable alrea

Melissa’s POVMindlessly, I bend over to pick up the pendant. I manage to close my hand around it, holding it up against the light. It’s gold, with little intricate details around the keyhole. It also has a clasp at the side, which makes me realize that it’s a locket.Something in my heart clenches.Why do I feel like I know this locket? Why do I feel like apart from my dream, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen it?My pulse starts to race. I’m about to close my hand around it and take it, but Andrew snatches it out of my grasp.“That’s mine,” he says angrily, shooting me an annoyed look. “Do you mind? I don’t want your hands all over it.”I feel the sting of embarrassment, but I just ignore it. I’m still not over the strange feeling of knowing that locket. It must be the dream, right? Nothing more?Then why do I feel like it’s something I should know more about?Andrew shoots me one more look, glancing at the locket in his hand. His gaze softens and I immediately know that the locket