All Chapters of Rejected By My Husband, Desired By My Doctor : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

EvelynI arrived twenty minutes early and chose a table near the window so I could watch the door without anyone noticing how carefully I was looking.Before leaving, I had also made sure no one felt or suspected anything. I had not seen Margaret this morning, but I had seen Doris alongside two businessmen, carrying folders and walking into the study where Adrian had been earlier.I immediately stayed out of sight when I saw them, knowing full well that I was doing my husband a favor by doing so. After all, he had made it clear that he did not want the failed woman he called his wife to be seen by his business partners. He was so ashamed of me that he would rather flaunt Doris.Oh, dear.For some reason, I was grateful for this appointment. At least it got me out of the house. My heart was breaking a little more with every moment I spent within those walls.But above all, I was curious about what this stranger had to say.The café was busy enough that a woman sitting alone did not dra

EvelynI guess shortly after Kendall revealed this new discovery, I couldn’t help but feel that I was in no way safe.Something must have happened to Laura Hensley.Kendall figured out how worried I was by this new discovery and immediately regretted telling me. Not like she had a choice.I convinced her I was doing great and that we both just had to keep our eyes peeled and try to get some sleep.But the worry was already bringing on a fever.The fever came on slowly at first, a low heat that settled behind my eyes.By mid-morning, I could barely sit up without the room tilting. I had taken the pain medication twice already, yet the grinding discomfort beneath the bandages refused to ease.Adrian moved through the house with the same icy civility he had worn since the debt revelation.When I asked if we could talk about anything at all, he simply looked at me for a long moment and then returned to his laptop without answering.The silence between us had become a living thing, cold an

EvelynThe fever climbed higher during the night, and by morning it had settled deep into my bones, turning every movement into a slow, grinding effort.Of course, in a bid to avoid further problems with my husband, Damien had only taken me to a place he could trust. That didn’t necessarily mean that their treatment was successful.As a matter of fact, I had taken all the medications recommended, and though it had subsided indeed, it was only for a while before the pain returned in double folds.My side throbbed with a heat that felt separate from the rest of my body, and when I tried to sit up, the room tilted so hard I had to grip the mattress with both hands.I called out once, then again, louder.No one answered.I forced myself out of bed and made it as far as the hallway before my legs threatened to give.The house was quiet in the way that meant Adrian had already left for the office, and for some reason, I had every reason to be afraid.At first, I thought I was alone, but I r

EvelynKendall called me while I was still sitting in the hospital bed, the fever finally lower but the deep ache in my side refusing to ease. Her voice carried the tight urgency she only used when she had found something she could not keep to herself. After a few pleasantries and wondering about my health as it was currently, Kendall jumped right into it. “I kept digging after the news article about Laura Hensley,” she said. “She contacted at least two other former patients from the same clinic before she disappeared. One of them is willing to talk, but only to you, and only if you come alone. No one else. She is scared, Evie. Really scared.”I pressed my free hand against the bandages and stared at the pale wall opposite the bed. At this point, everything circled in my head until the new information settled on top like another layer of weight. “When?”“This afternoon. She gave me a location outside the city. A quiet park near the old reservoir. She will be there at three. If you ar

EvelynThe house stayed quiet long after Adrian returned to the study and closed the door behind him. I remained in the entryway for several minutes, staring at the unsigned divorce papers still lying on the table, the new condition he had placed on the extension settling over me like another set of invisible restraints. Stay put. Conduct yourself as his wife. Do not run to Damien. The words repeated themselves while the deep ache in my side pulsed in a steady reminder that my body was still far from recovered.My phone rang while I was slowly climbing the stairs. Damien’s name lit the screen. I let it ring three times before I answered, already calculating how much I could say without breaking the fragile agreement I had just made.“I heard you were discharged,” he said. His voice carried the same steady concern it always did. “If the situation at home is becoming impossible, I can arrange a temporary place for you. Somewhere quiet where you can recover without pressure.”I close