The bitter lie and even-bitter truth

Alexander Xavier

My knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. Evelyn didn't even glance at me ever since she had got in the car. The car was filled with the hum of its engine and the hum of the city passing by.

Jackson also came since he knew more about Evelyn than I did. Fuck that bastard!

The thought of killing a man because he knew more about my wife then me seemed more interesting then ever at this moment.

And I so could have done it if Evelyn wasn't in this damn car. I didn't even realize when we reached back to the mansion or when Evelyn had already walked out of the car with Jackson following behind as he looked through her hospital files.

I took in a deep breathe as I calmed down the turmoil of emotions inside me. I got out of the car just in time to see Evelyn reaching the foyer. My eyes drifted down to watch the sway of her hips.

Was this woman—my wife always this damn...perfect? God...I can't even find a word for her...

I swallowed hard suddenly my mind filled with thoughts I had never imagined.

I shook those thoughts as I watched Jackson and Evelyn entered the mansion.

I took in a deep breathe, combing my fingers through my hair steeling my nerves before heading towards the grand foyer.

I entered the mansion to see Evelyn sitting on the couch as Jackson poured her some herbal tea. She wrinkled her nose but drank it reluctantly. I walked over and for some reason. I sat down...on the same couch she was sitting.

Jackson looked surprised but quickly masked his expression. He walked away to do his own chores as a damn butler...not as evelyn's husband. That is my job.

Evelyn stiffened slightly and it made my jaw clenched. She focused on her herbal tea like it had some soap opera going on.

I took the mug from her hand, my fingers brushed against her skin and it made my brain go blank for a second before quickly composing myself.

I set the mug down as I turn to look at her. She was looking at me with confusion and curiosity, there was suspicion too but I wasn't going to delve on the matter right now.

"We will have dinner together for two months," the words slipped from my mouth before I could stop them. I was taken aback...what the hell was I gonna say for these words to come out of my mouth.

Evelyn looked taken aback, her eyes widening in shock before narrowing in suspicion and confusion. "For what reason?," her voice steady as she raised a brow.

I was taken aback for a moment because...she was quiet and meek. Where did this sudden confidence come from?. Well wherever it came from.

I was loving this new side of her even though I did never admit it out loud.

I cleared my throat, pushing away the thoughts for now. "Because we have to attend a family gathering soon and I want everyone to see me as a loving and doting husband," the last words came out bitter and almost forced.

Everyone thinks jackson is Evelyn's husband

He is so loving and doting towards her.

He is only the butler of this house not Evelyn's husband because as long as I breathe and live. She will stay my wife and only mine.

Fuck...those damn doctors and nurses assuming shit without knowing.

Evelyn hummed as her expression turned thoughtful. She seemed to be pondering her options. "Fine," she said finally with a slight nod.

My lips almost broke into a smile but I clenched my jaw, stopping myself from smiling .

But her next words felt like someone had dropped a bucket of ice water over my head.

"But it's platonic , right?," she asked tilting her head as she looked at me, her lips were pursed together

I let out a shriek sound I didn't know I could make before regaining my composure. "Of course. I couldn't want you to think that I will love you. I will ever love your sister," my words were bitter, harsh. Meant to hurt.

And did it seem to hurt? Don't know about Evelyn but it hurted me for some reason.

My chest tightened for some reason I couldn't decipher.

She hummed as she nodded. She picked up the mug and down the herbal tea in one go. She wrinkled her nose in disgust before standing up and heading upstairs.

I remain seated on the couch, watching her back go upstairs and into the bedroom. I sighed a breathe I didn't even realize I was holding in.

Why did my chest hurt when I said I loved Jasmine and will never love her?. I rubbed my chest where it seems to tighten for some reason.