So even the car accident had been part of his plan.
She closed her eyes as a storm of emotions swirled in her chest—sorrow, despair, and a deep sense of injustice. The weight of it all pressed down on her, leaving her breathless.
She didn’t understand. What would it take for Evan to finally let her go?
Joselyn remembered—when the crash had happened, he’d indeed turned the wheel toward the passenger side. But at the very last second, just before the impact, he’d turned and shielded her with his own body.
She couldn’t understand what Evan was thinking.
If he’d wanted to hurt her, he could’ve just let it happen. The worse her injuries, the better for him. So why had he protected her? Why had he taken the hit himself, breaking a rib in the process?
A thought crept into her mind—something she didn’t want to acknowledge.
She could only hope that, just as Evan claimed, he felt nothing for her and had only dated her for revenge. Because if he had the slightest bit of feelings for her, he would be in unbearable pain.
The next few days, Evan barely left her side.
Despite his own injury and the doctor’s orders to rest, he stayed by her hospital bed, fussing over her. One moment he was feeding her soup, the next tucking her under her blankets, then peeling fruit and telling her stories.
To anyone watching, it would seem like he was madly in love with her. But Joselyn knew better. None of it was real.
His tenderness and concern had all been nothing more than a carefully crafted lie.
When she was discharged, Evan noticed that her mood was off. To cheer her up, he took her to a newly opened club owned by one of his friends.
The private room was dimly lit, pulsing with deafening music.
Evan was as attentive as ever, and his friends gathered around Joselyn, showering her with concern. But Joselyn felt uneasy, like something was about to happen.
Just then, the door swung open, and Megan stepped inside.
The expressions on everyone’s faces darkened instantly.
Evan looked ready to explode. But before he could say anything, a few of his friends pulled Megan aside and hissed, “Didn’t we already go over this? Evan did what you wanted. He made sure Joselyn got hurt in the crash. What the hell are you here for now?”
Smiling, Megan replied, “Relax. I’m not here to cause trouble. I came to help. After all, Evan and I are getting married soon. If he has a target, I might as well help take them down.”
She leaned in and whispered something to Evan’s friends. Whatever she said made their eyes light up with interest, smirks curling at the corners of their lips.
Joselyn strained to hear, but the music was too loud. She caught nothing.
After speaking, Megan walked toward Joselyn with a fake smile plastered on her face. “Ms. Wright, I’m sorry for the other day. Evan has already reprimanded me. He never actually agreed to the marriage alliance. He loves you too much to marry another woman.”
Joselyn’s brows knit together. Every instinct in her screamed that something wasn’t right.
She had no idea why the once overbearing Megan had suddenly backed down or why she was saying all of this, but her instincts told her there was more to it than met the eye.
Evan’s expression twisted with unease as he glanced between Megan and Joselyn.
Instead of her usual hostility, Megan suddenly pulled a set of keys from her bag and handed them to Joselyn. “Ms. Wright, I just bought a villa in the city center. Please take this as a token of my apology for what happened the other day.”
Joselyn didn’t take it. Her voice was cold as she said, “No need. I’m not staying in Airedale.”
The moment Evan heard those words, his expression darkened.
He grabbed Joselyn’s hand at once. The man who was always in control now had a trace of unease in his voice as he asked, “What do you mean by that, Josie? I live here. You’re going to marry me. Where else would you go?”
Joselyn met his gaze with a calm expression.
Of course, she was going to return to Willesden, marry the one she was supposed to marry, and stay by the side of those she was meant to be with.
