Chapter 31 CHAPTER 31
Evelyn’s POV
The lounge was quiet except for the television on the wall which was playing on low volume. It didn't match the turmoil inside my chest, but it was the best place for me to calm down and think about everything that was happening and the best way to get out of the mess. I wasn’t sure exactly if this was the handiwork of Alpha Roman or Rosaleen. How they got Xavier to turn against me was quite baffling.
I tapped against the back of my hands nervously with my phone clutched in it as I listened to the sound of the call trying to connect. It was impossible to get to Xavier suddenly. The call ended with no response. I grunted in frustration.
“Fucking hell.”
I scrolled through my phone frantically. There had to be something concrete about my proposal in it. I just needed a screenshot or something tangible. Even a draft. But there was nothing. My only hope was that my laptop would come on and all my files would still be on it.
I stood up and walked to the window and stared down at the street beneath. I heaved a deep sigh and blinked the tears that were burning in my eyes. The only option I had was to win this fight. When the door opened and someone stepped in, I didn't bother looking back.
“Ready?” he said, his voice rough.
I hesitated, then turned around.
We walked together to the elevator, silently, and I fell behind him by a few steps. My ankle was really hurting me now and it was getting really difficult to walk or pretend it wasn't hurting. When the doors closed, I closed my eyes, taking in deep and slow breaths.
“Are you fine?”
I shot my eyes open. “Do you believe me?”
He didn’t answer.
“Do you?” I didn’t expect my voice to crack.
“I’m CEO, Evelyn. I can’t take sides.”
His words sliced through my heart.
“I’ll investigate like I should,” he continued, stepping out as the door opened. “You’ll need to have proof for this claim, Evelyn."
I nodded. I didn’t expect him to take my side. He was saying he couldn’t take sides but I knew he was on Rosaleen’s side. She was the picture perfect woman his father wanted by his side.
Neither of us spoke to each other throughout the drive to the hospital. My mind was a mess of planning, hurting and reconciling. I wasn’t sure I was going to win this fight and I needed an alternative plan.
When I was called into the examination room, Michael tried to follow me in. I raised my hand up and stopped him. “I want my privacy, please.”
I saw the muscles around his jaw tighten, but he turned away quietly. I limped into the room, trying to ignore the pain and the wheelchair that was offered. I was fine. I just needed some painkillers.
“It's badly twisted,” the doctor said, pointing at an area of the x-ray display. “You’ll need to reset it if you want it to heal.”
I grunted. “How long?”
“Two weeks,” he said. “At least.”
I bit my lips. Two weeks was a lot. “I don’t have two weeks to rest, doctor.”
He raised his head from the report he was writing. “If you want this ankle to heal well, you’ll give it the rest it needs, Evelyn. I’m sorry if it inconveniences you.”
It was the universe against me at this point. He handed an envelope to me. “That’s the report. If you need a medical report, I can help you write one.”
I collected the envelope. “That won’t be necessary, doctor. Thank you so much.”
“You'll also need a wheel chair for moving around, ma’am,” he said, rising to his feet. “You cannot put any force on that ankle again. A wheel chair for at least a week, then you can try a crutch.”
I was wheeled out of the doctor’s office by an assistant and when Michael saw me, he panicked. “Is it that terribly bad?” he asked, looking at the assistant.
“I’m not the doctor,” he said, bowing slightly before walking off. He looked at me. “What did he say?”
“Why do you care?” I snapped.
He was taken aback by my response. “I care for you because you are my wife, damn it!” he said between his teeth.
I reached for the wheel and tried to roll it away from him but he caught me in two long strides. “What’s all this about? Throwing tantrums won’t get you anything. You should know better.”
“Why don’t you go and meet her, huh? You don’t have to be here. You can stop pretending and spend the rest of the day with her,” I spat out.
He sighed. “I’ll put up with you because you are injured, and perhaps, the drugs make you say a lot of nonsense.”
I scoffed and tried to roll away but he held the chair down. “We are in public,” he said.
I twisted my body in the chair until I faced him. “You broke the contract first, Alpha Michael,” I said, dropping my voice. “Or do you think I don’t remember that you kissed me last night?”
His face twisted in annoyance. "Let's get out of here. We’ll talk about that.”
He rolled me away from the hospital and I grudgingly allowed him to help me into the car seat. He placed his hands on the steering wheel and sighed. “I was drunk last night.”
“And?’
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came up on me,” he said.
I scoffed. “You were lucid enough to know it was me you were kissing. You ask for evidence of my proposal. If you had just listened to me for the five minutes you promised, you would have known that project was mine ”
He winced.
“I - “ he sighed. “What do you want me to do to make it right?”
“You broke the contract, Michael and you cannot walk away without consequences.” I folded my arms across my chest. “I want to be a shareholder of Greywood.”