Filed to story: When His Wife Can’t Forgive
Caden spoke firmly. “We had an argument. I need you to reach out to her and make sure she’s okay.”
Gerry was caught off guard. “You argued? How does that even happen when you’re in different cities?”
Caden didn’t have the patience to explain the situation in full.
“Just let me know the moment you hear from her.”
About an hour later, Gerry called again. “Alicia’s back. She just landed.”
Caden felt the tension ease.
Not long after, Yolanda was wheeled out of surgery. They had pumped her stomach, and she looked weak and pale.
Caden had her taken to her room.
He then went to speak with the doctors who had administered Yolanda’s medication. None of them could explain how she ended up with the wrong medicine. The attending doctor looked serious.
“I personally handle Miss Moss’s medication. I don’t make these kinds of mistakes. Mr. Caden, I suggest you investigate this thoroughly.”
Caden looked through the medication records without showing any reaction. It all sounded ridiculous.
But now that it had happened, someone needed to be held accountable.
“Where were the medications stored?” he asked.
“They were kept in the pharmacy and the storeroom,” the doctor replied.
“And where could someone access them without needing to sign in?” Caden asked.
The doctor thought for a moment before replying, “The treatment room.”
“When I wasn’t here, did Yolanda visit the treatment room?” Caden asked directly.
The doctor looked confused. “Are you suggesting that Miss Moss-“
“Right now, everyone is under suspicion,” Caden said firmly. “Just answer the question.”
The doctor checked with the staff and returned to Caden. “Miss Moss bit her tongue and asked to go to the treatment room for stitches.”
Afterwards, Caden closed the file and stood up.
He walked straight to the ward.
Yolanda opened her eyes when she saw Caden approach, just as she had expected.
She asked in a soft voice, “Why aren’t you with Ms. Bennett?”
Caden stood at the edge of the bed, glaring down at her. His gaze was sharp and cutting.
“Does your tongue still hurt?” he asked.
Yolanda’s eyes widened slightly. She looked up at him, seemingly confused.
“I didn’t expect this from you. You really are willing to go all out, aren’t you?” said Caden.
Yolanda was stunned that he had figured it out so easily. Naturally, she wasn’t going to confess.
“Caden, I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
Caden had no desire to waste another moment.
“I won’t touch you, Yolanda. You’re Dorian’s daughter, after all.”
Yolanda’s lips quivered.
“Caden, what are you saying?”
Although he didn’t outright blame her, he still kept her at arm’s length. He wasn’t going to let this slide easily.
“Your illness isn’t something I can deal with. No matter how things go, I’m sending you back before Christmas,” Caden stated.
Yolanda felt a wave of helplessness wash over her. She felt a deep sense of shame as her plan unraveled before him, but his coldness hurt even more.
Christmas was less than two weeks away, and she could tell that he meant what he said. What could she possibly achieve in such a short time?
She buried her face in the blanket and spoke in a voice full of frustration.
“Caden, I could offer you so much. I’m worth so much to you. Why am I still nothing compared to Alicia?”
Caden’s voice remained flat. “Value and affection aren’t the same.”
“Affection?” Yolanda lifted her head with a bitter laugh.
“Are you really gonna marry her? Could you even marry someone so full of jealousy?”
Caden’s expression hardened.
“Yolanda, if I were to marry you, do you think you would be a suitable wife for me?”
Yolanda was stunned.
She gathered her nerves and asked boldly, “What if I said yes?”
Caden scoffed. “You’ve got the nerve, but you don’t have the ability. Even if Alicia weren’t around, you would never become my wife.”
At this point, Yolanda had no more words to say. The weight of his words hit her hard, leaving her unable to respond.
Caden walked out of the ward, and for the next two days, he didn’t return to see her.
Yolanda knew better than to stir up any more trouble. She focused on her recovery and requested to go back to Warrington in just a few days.
Once the plane touched down, Caden got into Hank’s car by himself.
In those days, he never reached out to Alicia. The whole situation had drained him mentally, and he closed his eyes, trying not to think about her.
He went straight to his apartment, hoping for nothing more than a shower and a long night of sleep.
But when he walked inside, he found Alicia waiting at home.
Caden leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed as he quietly observed Alicia.
She was busy unpacking a parcel, her focus entirely on the contents, but his attention was fixed solely on her. Whatever was inside the parcel held no interest for him.
Even in a simple knit sweater, she looked effortlessly chic, as if she were modeling something straight off a runway. Her smooth skin had a subtle rosy glow, and her long, glossy hair cascaded down her shoulders, adding to the quiet elegance she always carried with her.
After the long days of tension and exhaustion, Caden found an unexpected sense of calm just by watching her. Silence hung between them-neither wanting to disturb it. Alicia, aware of his presence, didn’t acknowledge him. Instead, she continued methodically organizing small items into a bag, as though he weren’t even there.
Caden’s gaze darkened before he broke the stillness. “Which hotel are you moving to this time?”
Alicia finally glanced his way, her expression surprisingly calm. Nothing seemed off about her, but he noticed something subtly different-she was much more composed than usual.
“What hotel?” she echoed, not missing a beat.
Caden’s pointed gaze shifted to her busy hands. His brow furrowed. She was obviously packing. Wasn’t she planning on leaving again?
Before he could ask, Alicia raised an eyebrow, her voice carrying a cool, dry tone. “Do I need to book a hotel just to take Cade to the dog groomer?”
It took him a moment to realize she wasn’t preparing to leave at all. Only then did it dawn on him that she was packing the pet carrier, not her luggage.
The items she was packing were all for Cade.
With a dry chuckle, he shrugged off his coat and stepped inside the room.
“Can’t you just wash him at home?”
Her eyes flickered with a touch of sarcasm as she deadpanned, “Unless you’ve suddenly become an expert in bathing and trimming dogs, then sure, we can do it at home.”
Caden paused, conceding defeat with a small nod. “Forget I said anything.”
At that moment, Cade, the little rascal, trotted out from the other room and tugged playfully at his pant leg. The tiny sounds of Cade’s playful antics made the awkward silence between them even more noticeable. Despite their earlier argument, Alicia hadn’t left yet, which surprised Caden.
She looked so calm, as if nothing had happened in Averibon.
Alicia finished packing and scooped Cade up in her arms. “Will you be back for dinner?”
Caden glanced at her, a swirl of emotions flickering behind his gaze. “Yeah.”
She nodded. “What do you feel like eating?”
The simple question made his stomach growl, a grim reminder of how off everything had been lately.
The food in Averibon had been sickeningly sweet, and he hated it. Moreover, with everything that had happened, he hadn’t had much of an appetite.
Clearing his throat, he tossed out a few suggestions.
Though, truth be told, he didn’t have high hopes.
Alicia’s cooking was hit or miss-depending on her mood. Last time, she had tossed him some celery, his least favorite food.
Even so, if she was in one of those moods again, he’d still take it; at this point, even that sounded like a meal fit for a king.
Alicia started for the door with Cade in tow, but Caden suddenly grabbed his car keys. “I’ll drive you.”