All Chapters of The Wife Who Walked Away Richer: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Damien’s POVElsie didn't wait no matter how hard I begged her to and as she slammed the door to her room shut and put on the lock, I knew I had messed things up again.One minute, I was driving home from the office, relieved and praying that I could finally find a way to fix the wall between my wife and me as I even contemplated buying new flowers for her and then, the next minute, I was stepping through the front doors to find my mother tumbling down a flight of steps, and Elsie standing at the top with a panicked look on her face.I was angry, I was terrified, and I was so thoroughly confused I could barely breathe because I knew Elsie wouldn't just push someone down a flight of stairs without a damn good reason. She wasn't violent and never had been but for a horrifying second, when I saw my mother motionless on the floor, fear had gripped my heart.I tried not to be biased as I had run straight past my mother to ensure Elsie and our baby were safe first. But the hesitation I had

Elsie’s POVWaking up back in our own bedroom felt like emerging from a long, suffocating nightmare and it was way better than waking up in that isolated wing Eleanor had forced me into staying.I stirred slowly, a soft sigh leaving my lips as I realized I was pressed completely against Damien’s side. His large, warm hand was splayed possessively across my rounded stomach which was starting to be a bump and his fingers occasionally twitching in his sleep as if reminding himself that I was truly back where I belonged and for the first time in two weeks, the heavy, constant throbbing of my anxiety had faded into a gentle calmness and I didn't have to be scared or be worried anymore.I was awake but I didn’t move because somehow, I wanted this feeling to remain, I wanted to stay right here in Damien’s arms but as the hours rolled by, I felt him stir from behind me. Then, I felt him shift his weight and shortly after, his lips found the sensitive skin beneath my ear, planting a slow, ling

Elsie’s POVSeveral minutes passed after Eleanor walked out but I was still frozen in my seat as I was still trying to process what had just happened.‘Your sanity, or your marriage.’The threat hung in the air and I knew without doubt that she wasn’t joking. A woman who had nothing to lose on this and only cared for herself was someone I needed to run away from because even if she hurt me, she would not blink.I stumbled out of my chair, my legs shaking so violently I had to lean against the table for support and when I could finally walk, I headed up the staircase with my eyes running around to see if Eleanor or her cohorts were hiding somewhere, waiting to strike.When I reached the master bedroom, I threw the lock into place and sank onto the edge of the mattress and only then, did I let out my sobs. I wrapped my arms around my growing baby bump, rocking back and forth as bitter tears rolled down my cheeks in quick succession.‘Should I tell Damien?’ I wondered desperately as fear

Elsie’s POVThat night, I barely got some sleep as it seemed as though I was being haunted and my chest couldn’t seem to stop aching, no matter how hard I tried.I had blocked Damien on my phone from reaching me but even now, I couldn’t help but wonder if I made the wrong move by choosing our child's survival.By morning, the only thought in my head was if Damien was alright because I already missed him so dearly. A soft, hesitant knock on the bedroom door disrupted my chain of thoughts as I looked towards the door to see my mother stepped inside, her face lined with deep worry as she carried a tray with a glass of milk and a plate of toast."Elsie, honey," she said softly, setting the tray on the nightstand before sitting on the edge of the mattress and then, she reached out, gently rubbing my shoulder. "You need to eat something, sweetie. For the baby.""I'm not hungry, Mom," I whispered, my voice raspy and broken from hours of silent crying.Before we could continue our conversatio

Elsie’s POVBy morning, I was feeling worse than I felt the previous day and at this point, I wanted to end it all as the thought of Damien being with Naveda haunted me to no end.That morning, I remained in my bed, wallowing in self-pity when I heard a knock at my door and my mom walked in some seconds later."Elsie, honey," she said quietly as she walked towards my bed. "Damien is downstairs and your father is trying to keep him at the door, but... he refuses to leave, sweetie. He looks half-mad, and he’s begging to see you.”The thought of Eleanor knowing of his visit once again made fear fill me but knowing Damien was stubborn, I decided to talk to him myself and tell him to stay away from me and focus on Naveda instead, since he was already in her arms."I'll see him," I whispered and got off the bed. My mom looked a bit surprised at my acceptance but didn’t say anything as she led me out of my room.The moment I walked into the living room, the loud noises I had been hearing die