All Chapters of When Our Daughter Died, My Husband Cheated: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Melissa’s POVTwo days have passed since all of that, and I’m actually doing a lot better than I was since the day of the funeral.Work has been my best friend. Or at least, preparing designs for my upcoming work. I have a meeting with Zane today, but it’s an informal meeting at a cafe. I actually don’t know why I haven’t been on board yet, and I’m nervous that he might be doubting me.After all, this man has just found me in an abandoned street and took care of me for a night.Trying to quell the lingering feelings of embarrassment as I pack my designs into my bag, I get into my car and get ready to leave with an hour to spare.But before I can even pull out of the driveway, my phone blasts with a call.From an unknown number.For a moment, I stare at it, debating whether or not to answer. But at last, I just press answer and wait for the other person to speak first.“Melissa Smith.”It’s a man’s voice, deep and gravelly. I can’t see his face but I can already attach some features to

Melissa’s POV“He’s gone. I’m really sorry.”The words are almost lost in the stale wind of the hospital. I stare at the white tiles of the floor, slowly lifting up my gaze to the doctor who just broke the news.“Are you the daughter?” she asks kindly. I shake my head, taking the daze along with it. “I’m not. I just… I was a friend. We were supposed to have lunch together. You can contact his family.”The nurse nods solemnly. “Of course. In that case, you can leave now. But if you want to stay and meet his family….”She trails off when I stand up. I don’t want to stay here any longer. I don’t want to stay in any hospital any longer. It feels like I have spent way too much time here already, and I just want to come home.After all that, I’m not sure how to function. I get in my car, taking out the check from my pocket and staring at it.All that, for nothing. I took money from Zane hoping it could buy justice, but in the end, all it got me is another heartache. Another missed chance.

Melissa’s POVThe silence in the room is intense, so much so that I feel like I just entered church. I slowly get to my feet, my shin still hurting from what Nadia did to me.I limp to keep myself upright, and out of the corner of my eye, I can see that all of them are pretending not to see me.Only Grandpa is looking at me. He’s pushing himself around on his wheelchair, casting his wary gaze at everyone. He spots Lottie still sitting on the floor like a bombing victim, and his mouth thins out into a fine line.He’s always been the only one from Andrew’s side that ever had my back. He defends me, because he seriously thought that I was the best pick for Andrew. From the very beginning, he rooted for our relationship, even had a hand in shaping it the way it turned out. At least, the mere act of being together.For the past two years, he’s been staying in the Netherlands. From what little I could gather from Andrew, Grandpa has been having trouble with staying alert and awake throughou

Melissa’s POV“No more dinner,” Grandpa announces, ignoring his wheelchair when Ivy tries to offer it meekly to him. “I lost my appetite. Andrew, Melissa… just come with me to my study.”I look over at Andrew, but he says nothing. He just nods and follows Grandpa, while I trail off behind them without a word.His study is at the first floor of the mansion. It’s a beautiful room, with mahogany tables and shelves, full of little mementos from all the places that Grandpa has visited. It’s homey, even without the fire crackling in the fireplace.Grandpa doesn’t sit behind the desk. He just leans against it, watching us both stand before him.“I’m sorry,” I start to say, but he turns to Andrew with eyes full of expectation.“Well?” he prompts. “Are you not going to say anything about the disrespect that you just showed your wife?”Andrew’s jaw tightens. “I wish it didn’t happen. I don’t know what else to say about that.”I didn’t expect anything from him, but even I am dissatisfied with th

Melissa’s POVI heave a sigh of relief, which immediately makes me feel guilty.I’m in no position to feel relieved that Grandpa is going through his memory crisis again. It’s been an awful year when it was getting worse. He would often lash out when he couldn’t remember something, and in his frustration, he would sometimes hurt himself.I don’t want that to happen again.But at the same time, I don’t want him to have his heart completely broken when he finds out that Allie is dead.“What should we do?” Andrew asks immediately. “Should we get him back to the treatment center?”Doctor Schaffer takes off his glasses. “No, not yet. For now, keep him in an environment that’s familiar and comforting to him. He might start forgetting random things and it’s important that he’s surrounded by the people he knows.”“Okay,” is the only thing that Andrew says, staring at his grandfather. “We’ll let you know if something else happens. Thank you.”With that, the doctor is on his way. There’s only th