All Chapters of Rejected By My Husband, Desired By My Doctor : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Adrian The following evening I came home earlier than I had in weeks. Two days of watching Evelyn move through the house like a temporary guest had erased whatever patience I still possessed. She left for vague appointments and returned with the same closed-off expression, phone always face-down. The conditional extension I had given her was already being tested, and I had no intention of letting it slide. It was beginning to seem like Evelyn was growing immune to all my attempts to put her at an unrest. As if dropping the divorce papers on the table for her to see just after she got discharged was not enough, I’d even threatened to actually sign the papers. Yet, my sources still made it clear that something was going on between Evelyn and the goddamned doctor. At this point, I just needed solid evidence against her and I was not going to look back, irrespective of whatever had come over my mother to make her insist I remain in this bondage we called a marriage. I found her in

Adrian I had gone after her the moment she left the house. The taste of the rejected kiss was still in my mouth, sharp and humiliating, and the way she had looked at me before turning away had scraped something raw open inside my chest. I did not call her name again. I simply followed at a distance, watching her figure move quickly under the streetlights, one arm still held protectively against her side. I tried to keep up, tried to keep sight of her. Then I thought I lost her before I spotted her again. She had not gone so far. The residential streets thinned out into a darker stretch, and I slowed, keeping to the shadows. I told myself I only wanted to make sure she was safe. That was a lie. I wanted to see where she would run when she ran from me. And hardly had I drawn close enough when I realized she was not alone. I froze. Who the hell was that? A stranger, perhaps? The rays from the streetlight were shallow and the shadows concealed the face but a closer look and I re

EvelynI woke the next morning with the decision already formed after returning from Kendall’s very late at night the previous day. The knowledge that Adrian had hired someone to follow me sat in my chest like a stone that had finally settled into its final shape. I could no longer pretend the coldness in the house was only the residue of grief or misunderstanding. He had paid a man to track my movements, to report who I met and where I went, and then looked me in the eye and denied it. That single fact rearranged everything that had come before it.I planned to confront him first. Then Margaret. The board member’s signature on the delayed referrals and her long social connection to that man were no longer something I could ignore. I dressed carefully, chose clothes that did not make me feel smaller than I already felt, and went downstairs prepared to force the conversations I had been avoiding.I never got the chance.The television in the living room was already on. Margaret sat in

EvelynDamien was still at Kendall’s apartment when the afternoon light began to shift across the floor. He had not tried to fill the silence with unnecessary words. After the initial comfort of his presence, he had simply stayed, seated near enough that I could feel the steady fact of him without being asked to perform any particular emotion in return. Kendall moved in and out of the living room, her protectiveness visible in the way she checked on me without hovering.I had not yet decided what I would do about Adrian or the marriage or the public humiliation that still sat raw under my ribs. For the moment it was enough to sit in a space that did not belong to him and breathe without calculating every response.The knock on the door changed the temperature of the room.Kendall answered it. Raymond stepped inside carrying a slim black laptop under one arm and looking more urgent than I had seen him since the day he arrived beaten. He gave a short nod to Damien and then looked at me

AdrianThe Parkers were one of the richest business moguls in the entire country, and yes, business sometimes dwelled on arrangements between two sides… but Evelyn’s family?The discovery sent the past all flooding in. I was yet to find words to respond to my mother.“Every major asset, every holding company, every property that keeps this family name relevant is structured around that union. If you divorce her, the arrangements that have protected us for years collapse. We lose more than a daughter-in-law. We lose the foundation everything else is built on.”Margaret was not holding back; her words rained down on me with more force.The words landed with a weight I had not expected. I stood there processing them while the earlier humiliation and anger rearranged themselves around this new, ugly fact. My marriage had never been only a marriage. It had been a financial structure. And my mother had known it the entire time.“You used her,” I said quietly.Margaret did not deny it. “I pr