All Chapters of Rejected By My Husband, Desired By My Doctor : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

MargaretThe call from my lawyer came before eight in the morning, and the tone of his voice told me he was dealing with something more serious than the usual complaints from shareholders. He said a packet had reached his office and the company board at the same time, with instructions that it be circulated before an emergency meeting the following morning. I asked him to tell me what was inside rather than waste time preparing me for bad news. By the time he finished his first explanation, I had already understood that Bruce Marcello had decided our private disagreements were over.“They are linking Adrian to Paul Belham’s death,” he said. “The file places him near the service entrance on the night Paul died, and there is a payment record they claim connects him to the incident. They have also produced a statement from someone who worked at the entrance and identified a vehicle associated with Adrian. The police have not announced an arrest, but this material may be enough to put hi

AdrianI was still sitting near the window when the house telephone rang. I had spent most of the morning refusing calls from people who wanted to discuss the company, the court hearing of Damien Cross, or the latest developments in the investigation into Paul’s death. The staff had instructions not to transfer my mother’s calls to my room, and I assumed the ringing was another attempt by someone to reach her through me. I considered letting it continue, but something about the persistence made me pick up the receiver.“Mr Parker, this is St Mary's Hospital reception,” a woman said. My heart sank. I didn’t want to be hasty with my thoughts. “Okay?”“Your mother was brought in from her office after collapsing during a board meeting. The doctors are treating her now, and we were given your number as her next of kin. She is currently unconscious, and we need you to come to the hospital so the medical team can speak with you.”I gr

EvelynI saw the headline on my phone while Damien was in the shower. The photograph showed the side entrance of St Mary's Hospital, with two police officers standing beside a dark vehicle. Beneath it were the words: Adrian Parker arrested on suspicion of the murder of Paul Belham. Trial date set. I read the headline then opened the article and read it from the beginning, searching for something that might explain how the investigation had moved so quickly. The water was still running in the bathroom, and I could hear Damien moving around inside, unaware of what I had just discovered.The report said Adrian had been arrested at the hospital shortly after his mother was admitted following a collapse at work. It mentioned evidence recovered during the investigation and confirmed that the authorities intended to proceed with the case. There were no details explaining precisely what the police had found or how they had connected Adrian to Paul's death. I put the phone face down on the tab

EvelynThe courtroom was already crowded when we arrived, and reporters had gathered outside the building before the doors opened to the public. Damien walked beside me, looking determined, while Kendall and Raymond talked ahead of us about the charges. Once we found seats, Kendall leaned toward me and said the prosecution intended to present its main evidence that morning.Raymond had spoken to someone familiar with the investigation, and he believed the case against Adrian was stronger than the allegations that had previously been made against Damien.Kendall turned toward me and asked whether I was ready for the proceedings. I smiled and told her I was, then placed my bag on my lap and looked toward the side entrance.I knew what everyone expected of me, so I kept my eyes on the entrance and waited for the court to begin.When Adrian appeared, an officer walked beside him and guided him toward the defendant's place. He was not in his wheelchair, though he moved slowly and kept one

EvelynI started painting again on a Tuesday morning. Damien had cleared the small room at the back of the flat and placed a table beneath the window, leaving enough space for my canvases, paints, and brushes.He had asked what I needed before moving anything, and when I told him I wanted a quiet place to work, he had simply nodded and got on with it. I appreciated the gesture more than I could express. I opened my old box of paints, spread a cloth over the table, and began working on a canvas I had left unfinished months earlier.I couldn’t believe I would one day be able to express myself through my art again, not after everything that had happened.I stayed there for nearly two hours before Damien came in with a cup of tea. He placed it on the table, looked at the painting, and leaned closer to examine the colours I had used."Finally. I wasn't sure how long it would take before you felt ready to do this, but I'm glad you've started. Have you thought about what you want to paint, o