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

EvelynAfter my meeting with Raymond, I could have more reasons to be relaxed, especially knowing Kendall was out of the way. Two days had passed since the meeting at the restaurant. I had spent most of those two days inside the house, keeping to Adrian’s condition while the silence between us grew thicker. He left early and returned late. We exchanged almost no words.And I was not bothered with that… I was too busy finding out the truth behind the demise of my babies. The deep ache along my incision had finally eased into something I could manage with careful movement, though climbing stairs still required me to pause halfway and breathe through the residual pull. Either way, I was healing… and I knew that when I eventually did, I was definitely going to return back to the woman i used to be…Before Adrian Parker made a mess of me.Damien called on the morning of the second day and asked me to meet him and Raymond at a small private office Raymond used for sensitive cases. I agreed

EvelynI did not stop running until the house was several streets behind me. My side pulled with every hurried step, the healing incision protesting the sudden strain, but the need to put distance between myself and that living room was stronger than the discomfort.The residential streets eventually gave way to a quieter, less maintained stretch near the edge of the neighborhood. Streetlights were fewer here. I didn’t realize how far away from the house I was already.I slowed, one arm wrapped around my middle, trying to catch my breath and decide where I could go that would not immediately send me back into another confrontation. Kendall’s place was across the city. A hotel perhaps? For the moment I simply needed air and the absence of Adrian’s voice.I did not notice the men until they had already spread out around me.“Look at this,” one of them said, voice low and amused. “Pretty thing walking alone this late.”I stopped. The residual fear from the house surged higher and mixed

EvelynI spent the next two days moving through the house like a ghost. Adrian and I did not speak. When our paths crossed in the hallway or the kitchen, I kept my eyes lowered and avoided any situation that brought us together with the same environment.The memory of his hands on me and the rough demand of his mouth still sat under my skin, layered now with the sharper memory of Damien’s kiss and the way I had run from both of them. I locked my bedroom door at night. I avoided the living room when I heard his footsteps. The conditional extension he had given me still hung in the air, but I no longer trusted the fragile peace it offered.Kendall called twice. Both times I told her I was fine, that nothing new had happened, that I only needed rest. I could not bring myself to describe the confrontation with Adrian or the moment on the street with Damien. Some things still felt too raw to place in anyone else’s hands.On the third morning Damien texted and asked me to meet him and Ray

AdrianThe news reached the office before I did. I stepped out of the elevator on the executive floor and felt the shift in atmosphere immediately. Conversations paused when people noticed me. A few junior staff members looked away too quickly. Someone’s phone screen, angled carelessly on a desk, showed some grainy photographs that drew my attention. It was distinctively familiar.“What is that right there, Phil?”The worker seemed panicked as I drew closer, almost like he didn’t want me to see. When I eventually did, my breath hung in my throat: I and Doris, within the bar, her body close to mine, the moment her mouth met mine.What-the-fuck!I swallowed. Stood straight.I kept walking. My expression remained neutral, but under the surface a tight, hot humiliation had already begun to spread. By the time I reached my office, the entire floor had clearly seen the story. The headline language was crude and certain. Business Mogul Adrian Parker Spotted in Late-Night Encounter with

EvelynThe scanned letter sat open on the screen, the formal header and precise typing giving it a weight the other files had only approached. For a moment no one at the table spoke. The cursor blinked beside Margaret Parker’s name as if waiting for us to catch up to what Laura Hensley had already uncovered.Raymond scrolled slowly so we could read together. The emails and accompanying notes painted a clear pattern. Someone close to the Parker family had been receiving regular updates on my fertility treatments for years. Dates of procedures. Outcomes. Recommendations that had later been delayed or altered. The language was careful, never fully explicit, but the intent was impossible to miss. My repeated failures had been monitored. In some cases they had been useful.Damien’s voice was low when he finally spoke. “None of this points to a doctor inside the clinic acting alone. This is external. Someone with a sustained interest in the results.”I heard him, but the words reached me fr