All Chapters of Rejected By My Husband, Desired By My Doctor : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

EvelynKendall got me home, and I barely made it through the door before the nausea came back. I dropped my bag beside the sofa and sat down quickly, bending forward with my head between my knees until the feeling passed. Kendall went into the kitchen and came back with a bowl and a glass of water, but I never needed the bowl. I took the glass from her, managed a few small sips and put it on the table. She sat down on the floor in front of me and rested one hand against my shin. For a while, neither of us said anything. I was too exhausted to talk, and Kendall seemed to understand that there was nothing she could say that would make the last few hours disappear. I kept thinking about Damien standing outside the building with the police around him. I could still see him looking at the warrant, then looking at me, trying to understand how a normal day had suddenly turned into that. “I cannot do this,” I said eventually. “I cannot have Damien sitting in a c

AdrianThey brought me home that afternoon, and the house was already busy when we arrived. Margaret had arranged for the new security men to control the gate and keep the reporters away from the driveway, so by the time Doris pushed my wheelchair through the entrance, there was nobody outside except the staff. Margaret went ahead of us, giving instructions to security and telling them to redirect anyone who tried to get close to the house. I let Doris take me into the sitting room and settle the chair where I could see the television and the windows. Once she was done, I looked at Margaret and Doris and finally allowed myself to enjoy what had happened that morning. The court had accepted the agreement. Evelyn had been ordered to spend six months in my household. After everything that had happened in the hospital and after weeks of feeling that I had lost control of my own life, it was the first time since my accident that I felt certain of where things

MargaretI shut the bedroom door behind me and walked to the dressing table without turning on the brighter lamp. The small light beside the mirror was enough to see by, and I preferred the room that way. I had been surrounded by people all day, first at the hospital and then at the courthouse, and I needed a few minutes without anyone asking me questions or watching my freaking face.Bruce Marcello was still on my mind.I had seen him the moment he entered the courtroom with Pedro and Darlene. For a second, I had felt the shock of seeing all three of them together after so many years, but I had forced myself to stay focused on the hearing. I had kept my eyes forward and refused to give Bruce any indication that his presence had unsettled me.Now that I was alone, there was no reason to pretend.I sat down and stared at myself in the mirror. Bruce had changed, but not enough to make him unrecognizable. Seeing him had brought back memories I had spent years keeping away from myself. Th

KendallI was still wearing the dress from yesterday, hardly taken a bath and I had hardly had any rest when Isaac knocked on my door.I had just finished taking Evelyn to see Damien and was about to settle in for the night when it came. He knocked, waited a few seconds, then knocked again, already expecting me to open the door.I kept the chain in place when I opened it, already not in the mood for any further talk on what had happened.“Go home, Isaac. I don't want to have this conversation with you.”He looked at me through the narrow opening. “Kendall, give me five minutes. I came here because I need you to hear me out.”“You already had your five minutes yesterday. I told you then that I thought you were making a mistake, and you ignored me. I don't have anything else to say to you.”He put one hand against the doorframe. “I'm not here to argue with you for the sake of arguing. I need you to look at what I took to the police and tell me honestly that you think it means nothing. I

EvelynI woke before my alarm and stayed in bed for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling. I had slept badly. Every time I closed my eyes during the night, I had seen Damien sitting behind the glass at the station and heard him telling me that he loved me before I was forced to leave him there. I had also kept thinking about the Parker house and the six months I had been ordered to spend inside it.There was no point lying there any longer. I switched off the alarm before it rang, got out of bed and went to the bathroom.I took my time getting ready. I wanted my head clear before I left the flat because I knew the moment I stepped into that house, I was going to experience a feeling beyond anything I had ever felt before. I showered, tied my hair back neatly and put on the plain black outfit I had bought for this purpose. There was nothing special about it, and that was exactly what I wanted. I wore flat shoes because I knew I would be standing and walking most of the day. I left my j