All Chapters of Pleasured by my Ex-Husband’s Uncle: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MELANIE ~•~ I waited for shock to cross his features, remorse, sadness, or anything remotely close to how I was feeling at the moment, but it never came. Instead, he looked angry. “What the hell are you talking about? You’re so immature.” “What?” “Is this your new way of getting attention?” His lips curled in a sneer. “Lying about our baby? You are better than this, Melanie.” I opened my mouth to speak, but the words were stuck in my throat. I was in disbelief. How little did he think of me to conclude I was lying about a miscarriage? “That’s a ridiculous thing to joke about. Stop it, okay?” He warned me seriously before he turned back to Vivian. “Go and get Seth ready. We’ll pick up a gift on the way.” Vivian hesitated for a few seconds before nodding, shooting me a glance as she went into Seth’s room. A few minutes later, the three of them walked out together. Patrick looked at me one last time. There was no concern in his eyes, only disappointment as if he coul

MELANIE ~•~“Is that so?” I scrolled through my phone. “Maybe you should check your mailbox too. I blocked it as well.”His expression darkened. “What exactly are you trying to do? And what is this place? When did you rent it?”I didn’t tell him that I had actually bought the apartment.“Don’t worry,” I said instead, closing the door behind him. “I didn’t use your money.”Not that I could have used it without his mother finding out.She had tracked every expense on the card Patrick gave me because she was convinced I would take advantage of their family. It was ridiculous. She questioned every gift Patrick bought me, always wondering whether I was truly worth spending money on.“So where did you get the money?” Patrick asked, looking around the apartment. “You’re a housewife. A place like this must have cost tens of thousands.”“That’s none of your business.”He turned to look at me, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Then whose business should I care about? You’re my wife.”“Like I said

MELANIE ~•~ Vivian’s eyes widened. She looked at Patrick, whose face was also burning with anger. When he didn’t say anything, she looked back at me. “Uh… the materials, they… I—“ “What are you doing, Melanie?” Patrick spoke through gritted teeth. I blinked innocently. “I’m just trying to understand how you arrived at the result. Can’t I be curious?” “Melanie!” The room broke out in murmurs, everyone talking to themselves as they tried to make sense of Vivian’s report. Now that I had mentioned it, they could see the holes in the proposal. “If you need the data to fill up the deduction, I can help you. You should have just come to me, Vivian.” “That’s enough!” Patrick stepped forward and grabbed the projector remote from my hand, turning it off. “The meeting is dismissed.” Everyone exchanged looks with each other before they started filing out of the room one by one. Vivian’s expression had changed from embarrassment to anger and as soon as the last employee left, it

MELANIE~•~I headed back to my apartment. I didn't go straight to the bedroom to pack. Instead, I sat down on the couch, taking a long sip of my coffee as I stared blankly ahead.It was only one month until the cooling-off period was over.One month, and I'd finally be free.But Patrick's grandmother's banquet was happening this month too. If I suddenly disappeared, there would be too many questions. I'd have to go back, pretend I was still in love with their precious grandson, and act like I hadn't secretly tricked him into signing our divorce papers.The thought alone gave me a headache.A knock at the door pulled me out of my thoughts. I got up and opened it, surprised to see Celina standing outside.“Hey! What are you doing here?”“Check on you. Besides, I have your location, remember? She wiggled her phone in front of my face before stepping inside. “And I don't like visiting you at Patrick's place. I don't think I can look at him without thinking about punching him.”I chuckled

MELANIE ~•~ It was well past midnight when I heard footsteps in the hallway. I’d been lying awake for an hour already, unable to sleep despite how exhausted I was. It was a recurring problem since I returned to Patrick’s house after making him sign divorce papers without his knowledge. I was counting down the days until I finally left his house, but there was a small part of me that was scared he’d suddenly find out the truth. I heard the footsteps pause outside my door. I froze, lying still, hoping whoever was outside would move on. Instead, the door creaked open. “Melanie.” Patrick’s voice carried across the room. I relaxed, but it barely lasted a second as I wondered what he was doing in my room by this time. “Are you awake?” I didn’t answer, but he stepped inside anyway, closing the door behind him. The smell of whiskey followed him into the room, setting off alarm bells in my head. Was he drunk too? He’d just been complaining about me to Vivian earlier in the evening. What