All Chapters of Rejected By My Husband, Desired By My Doctor : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

EvelynIt was that same morning that I understood the entire goal of bringing me back here was to mentally break me to shambles. About an hour later, Doris returned and looked at the vase. “The arrangement is uneven.” I stared at the flowers. “It wasn't uneven when I finished it.” She picked up one of the stems and moved it. “Well, they are now. The flowers are too spread out. Put them back together properly.” I took the vase apart and started again. Doris stayed long enough to watch me rearrange it. “Better,” she said finally. “You need to learn to notice these things before I have to point them out.” Then she left again, coming and leaving like a freaking tempting serpent. By midday, my shoulders were already aching. I had finished the morning room, cleaned the guest bathrooms and started preparing the silverware. My hands smelled strongly of polish. I had not seen Adrian once. I had brought a

Adrian I sat in the dark of my own room after she left the house that night and I went back over the three months because sleep was not coming and the day had left her hands on my skin. I had gone back to the company and assumed my position as the head before someone would attempt again, what Paul had done. Doris had stayed at my side in the office and in this house and in my bed when I let her, and I had let her more than once but she was not just it, try as I would. Margaret was abroad and she called with instructions I half followed. Evelyn came through the side gate five days a week in black and an apron and she did the work I had put on paper, and I had told myself that was the point of the six months: to watch her bare and exposed, to see what remained when all was gone. But she was not breaking. She never budged. Not even when Damien was in prison, though of course, I had nothing to do with that. Still, Evelyn wasn’t giving through in any way. And so, even in times when she

EvelynI stood outside the bathroom for several seconds but I couldn’t move. I wanted to leave. That was the first thing I told myself. I wanted to just walk out of the room, go downstairs, finish whatever work Doris had left for me and never have another conversation with Adrian that had anything to do with our marriage. But I couldn't move. Had he really forgotten his memory and was compelled to bring me here? He had just admitted that he had not believed everything Margaret and Doris told him. He had admitted that his memory had been incomplete after the accident. He had admitted that bringing me back into the house had never been only about humiliating me. He had wanted answers. That did not erase what he had done. It did not erase the divorce. It did not erase Damien sitting in a cell. But for some reason, something made me compelled to pour everything all out. I turned around. “You want the truth?”

AdrianEvelyn came back the next morning at the same time.She was indeed stubborn; she wasn’t going to stop.I heard her before I saw her. The sound of the side door opening, the brief conversation with the staff member stationed there, the movement of dishes in the kitchen. Everything sounded ordinary. That was the strange part. After the conversation we had the previous day, I had expected the house to feel different with her around.Instead, the morning continued according to the same routine, and Evelyn walked into my room carrying breakfast as though she had not spent the previous afternoon admitting that she still loved me.Or what was I thinking? That we would suddenly become best friends? Sit together out in the field and have a nice chit-chat?She set the tray down and looked at me.“The nurse will be here at ten,” she said. “You wanted to do the standing exercises before she arrives. Do you still want to?”“Yes.”She nodded and brought the walker over.I had spent part of t

EvelynI stood in a split second and caught him before he lost his balance, one arm around his back and the other supporting his hip. His hand landed on my shoulder while I steadied him, and for a few seconds we were close enough that I could feel his breath against my hair. I could see his eyes settle on my lips and lost my breath for a few seconds. Then I looked away. I simply turned him carefully and lowered him into the window chair, but his hand remained on my shoulder for another second after he was safely seated.“Thank you,” he said quietly.I adjusted the cushion behind him. “You do not have to thank me.”“You took more of my weight.”“You would have fallen badly if I had not.”“I know.” He looked at me, and his expression became more serious. “That was not all it was.”I straightened and met his eyes. “Adrian, we agreed that we were not going to do this.”“I know what we agreed.”“And I meant it.”“So did I,” he said. “I am not... I am telling you that I felt what happened w