All Chapters of THE EX-WIFE MAKES A COMEBACK : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

(Daniel's POV)That night I took my time to make chicken pepper soup for dinner. I got an expensive wine delivered to the house as well.Elena was here. She was home. But there was still a distance between us that I didn't know how to cover yet. But I took consolidation in the fact that as long as she was back home, it was doable.After dinner she went upstairs to shower while I cleaned up the kitchen, putting away dishes, and trying to keep my hands busy.When I came upstairs she was already in bed, sitting up against the pillows. She was wearing one of my old shirts, and it rekindled hope in my chest."Can we talk?" she asked."Of course."I sat on the edge of the bed, not wanting to assume I could just get in next to her."There's something I need to tell you," she said.My stomach dropped. "Okay."She reached into the drawer of her bedside table and pulled out something small. It was a white plastic stick.A pregnancy test.She handed it to me and my hands shook as 8 stared at it.

(Janelle's POV)After I left Hart Industries, I didn't go home straight. I walked three blocks to a small cafe and ordered a coffee. Then I sat at a corner table and pulled out my phone. I scrolled through the Internet and found a page, then I copied the number I was looking for. “Owen Dawson—Daily Mail Entertainment Editor.”My fingers lingered on the dial button, then I clicked it.He answered on the second ring. "This is Owen speaking,” he said, irritation in his voice. They're all like that, until you give them juicy news and updates. "Hi. My name is Janelle Manning, and I have really important information to share with you.”His voice changed immediately to a friendliness that was not there earlier. “Hi, Janelle, what information do you have?”“It's about Daniel Hart.”There was a pause. “The one we all know? CEO and brother to Julian Hart?”“Yeah, that one,” I confirmed.“Alright, Janelle. Can you come to the office now? We will need to follow due protocol..We'll need to take

(Daniel's POV)After the meeting with my lawyer where he advised me on what to do, I hurried home. Elena was sitting on the couch in the living room. The lights were dim and she didn't get up when she saw me."Hey," I said.She didn't respond but looked at me with red eyes that told me she'd been crying for hours.I set my briefcase down and came to sit next to her. She shifted slightly away from me. My heart skipped a beat."My lawyer says we're going to fight this," I started. "He's already drafting a statement. We're going to sue for defamation. We're going to—""Did you sleep with her?"The question hit me like a punch. She sounded totally different from the person I spoke to earlier. "What? No. Elena, I told you—""I know what you told me. But I need to hear it again. Did you sleep with her?""No. I never touched her. Not once.""Did you want to?""No.""Did she try to? Did she make advances?"I hesitated, and that hesitation was my mistake.Elena's face changed. "She did. Didn'

(Elena's POV)I couldn't sleep.Daniel was in the guest room like I'd asked. The bed felt too big and empty without him. But I'd needed space and now I had it and all it did was give me room to think.I stared at the ceiling and traced the patterns in the darkness, trying to quiet my mind.But it wouldn't stop.Everything played on repeat in my head like a film I couldn't turn off.I didn't think he'd raped her. I knew Daniel and his character. I knew he wasn't capable of forcing himself on anyone.But the other things. The emotional things. Those I wasn't so sure about.Had he liked the attention? Had he enjoyed feeling needed by someone young and vulnerable? Had there been moments where he'd thought about it, even if he never acted on anything? The questions made my stomach hurt.I rolled onto my side and pulled his pillow closer. It still smelled like him.I'd told Lena I believed him. And I did. But belief and trust weren't the same thing.I believed he hadn't raped Janelle. But I

(Lena's POV)"We're going out."Elena looked up from the couch where she'd been sitting for the past hour staring at nothing. "I don't want to go out.""I don't care. You've been sitting in this flat for three days. You need air.""Lena—""I'm not asking. Get your shoes, we're leaving in five minutes."She opened her mouth to argue but I was already heading to the door. "Five minutes, Elena, or I'll drag you out in your pajamas if I have to."Ten minutes later we were in my car driving to a wine bar in Chelsea. It was a small and quiet place. No chance of running into reporters or people who'd ask questions.Elena hadn't said a word since getting in the car.We got a table in the back and I ordered two glasses of wine and some food even though I knew she probably wouldn't eat."You need to talk," I said when the wine arrived."There's nothing to talk about.""You've barely spoken in three days. There's plenty to talk about."She took a sip of wine, set the glass down and stared at it.