All Chapters of When Our Daughter Died, My Husband Cheated: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Melissa’s POVThe words from Ivy’s mouth kept repeating in my head, even when I went to bed in the mansion. I kept kicking myself mentally, wishing that I was smart enough to bring my phone down with me so I could record what she said. But it was too late.All I knew is that I have the truth, and there has to be a way to let it out there without compromising myself.I just need to figure it out.That’s what I’m trying to do now, on my way back home after a stressful night at that place. It was hard leaving Grandpa, but it was an absolute pleasure to be away from the witches who lived there.I’m also currently trying to forget everything that happened between me and Andrew last night.So the more distance I put between me and the mansion, the better.“Andrew isn’t home,” Nadia said to me this morning before I left, pointing out his absence like I didn’t notice. “Do you think he spent the night at Eleanor’s place and… sealed some things?”“I hope so,” I answered nonchalantly.But now I

Third Person POVEleanor smirks at Melissa, enjoying the flash of anger in her eyes.That’s what Melissa deserves for being here. For daring to be present. For daring to even breathe in the same room as her. Even after everything that Eleanor did just to prevent her from coming here.Yes, Eleanor was the one who set up the accident. She paid somebody to ram into Melissa’s car. Eleanor regrets that now, but not because she wants Melissa to be safe. She regrets it because she realizes that she should have gotten a bigger vehicle to take her down.Apparently getting into a mild car crash wasn’t enough for Melissa to back down. She just had the audacity to be late.Eleanor has been so excited to start working. After getting kicked out by Grandpa, she just wants to have something to her name that she can throw back at that old man whenever he acts up.“He hates me,” Eleanor told Andrew last night when he came in to comfort Lottie. “Did you hear the way he addressed us?”But Andrew was not

Melissa’s POV“Why are you making such a fuss?” Heather adds, grabbing my design from the table and staring at it in disgust. The cream spreads all over it and spills on the table, all over my other designs. “I told you that you shouldn’t even start designing yet. Not until you get the proper training.”“Training?” I can’t help but repeat. “I don’t know if you know this, Heather, but I worked here before. I know what’s going on. I know how things work.”Saying that is a mistake. I realize it too late. It only occurs to me when she smiles wider, the expression never reaching her eyes. She walks closer to me, letting the paper drop to the floor. The cream is completely soaking through the paper now. The design that I worked hard for is now nothing.Meanwhile, Eleanor just stands there at the side watching everything go down with a shocked expression. As though she didn’t see this coming. As though this wasn’t a part of her plan.“I’m going to fire you,” Heather finally says, laughing at

Melissa’s POVFinally. Finally, Andrew is here to witness something that I’ve always wanted him to see. Maybe someone up there is finally granting my prayers.Seeing Eleanor squirm in her spot is a nice change. I’m used to being the one doing this, cowering away confrontation, and witnessing shrink into herself fills me either a kind of satisfaction that money cannot buy.“Andrew,” she gasps, backing against the wall. “I was just joking. We were just making fun of the whole contest. Right, Melissa?”She nudges me, desperation written all over her face. She grabs my arm and squeezes it, signaling to me that I should lie for her. I don’t know what possessed her to think I would do that for her.“What do you mean?” I act dumb. “Oh, I wasn’t joking. I overheard Ivy talking to someone from The Vault. I think I know who it was now. It’s Heather. Ivy paid ten million to get you a golden ticket, and I do believe that you asked her.”“Of course not!” Eleanor says fiercely. “I would never cheat

Third Person POV Melissa's resolve hardens with every passing second. She starts to walk away from the bar, from Andrew and all the bad things he represents. But Andrew won't let up. He keeps walking after her, cursing himself with every step that he takes. He shouldn't even concern himself with her opinion, but the disappointment in her face struck down something inside him that he wasn't aware existed. Now all he wants is to save face. To gain favor from her somehow. He just wants her to stop looking at him like everything he does is wrong. Like everything about him is wrong. "Melissa," he tries to say, but she just keeps putting one foot in front of the other. "Come on, don't fucking—just don't run, this is absolutely childish!" "What's childish is you still following me like we're playing tag," she hisses at him, picking up her pace even though she's about to cross the street. And that's her mistake. She doesn't even bother to look at her side. A taxi comes barreling