After prison i chnaged

Chapter5

Devonte’s POV

I carried Josephine out of the first floor. She clung to my neck, her body trembling from the shock.

“Everything is fine.” I placed her down in the garden. “Are you okay?”

“No.” Tears filled her eyes. “Thank you, Devonte.”

I looked back at the first floor, which was still engulfed in flames. Then my heart stopped.

“Evelyn!”

I tried to run back inside to save her, but Richard held me back.

“Where are you going?”

“Evelyn is still on the first floor! I have to save her!” I brushed him off. “Let go!”

“It’s too dangerous! You might die!” he yelled. “What about your company, your family, Josephine?”

“What about Evelyn? She’s your daughter too!”

I yelled at Richard for the first time in my life.

He froze.

Just then, the sound of a splash echoed through the air.

It came from the other side of the mansion.

Someone had jumped into the fountain.

My blood ran cold.

“Evelyn!”

I ran towards her, no longer caring about anything or anyone else.

Evelyn’s POV

Before I passed out, I saw Devonte running towards me, yelling my name.

When I woke up, the smell of drugs and cleaning agents filled my senses.

I was in the hospital, and Devonte sat beside my bed, his eyes bloodshot as though he had been crying.

When he saw me staring at him, he leaped towards me and pulled me into a warm embrace.

“Are you stupid? Why did you jump? What if something had happened to you?” He bombarded me with questions. “Why didn’t you wait for me to come and save you, Eve?”

I pushed him away.

“If I had waited for you any longer, I would have been a corpse by now, Devonte.” I stared at him coldly.

His eyes filled with remorse.

“I was coming to save you, but—”

“But what?” I cut him off. “My life means nothing when it comes to Josephine.”

“Don’t say that. You’re my wife,” he said sharply.

I could only stare at him. I was exhausted.

“I’m tired.”

With that, I lay back down and closed my eyes.

Devonte didn’t leave. He stayed by my side, taking care of me. He fed me, bathed me, and gave me my medication on time.

It felt like the old days.

Before Josephine had come and destroyed everything.

Three days later, it was finally time to be discharged.

Devonte came himself to pick me up.

“You feel better now, right?” He stroked my forehead.

“Yes.”

“I promise I’ll always look out for you from now on.” He picked up my hand and brushed his lips against my fingers.

“Let’s go home.”

He started the car, and we drove off.

In the middle of our peaceful ride home, his phone rang.

He let go of my hand and picked up the call.

For some reason, I felt sad. I wanted that moment to last longer.

“Why would she be there?” Devonte’s voice rose. “It’s not safe!”

“Order the driver to go and get her now!”

“Sir, Miss Josephine specifically requested that you come and get her.”

Hearing the conversation, my heart sank.

Devonte pulled over.

“Evelyn, I have to go to North Valley. Josephine is in danger.”

“Now?”

“You go on home. I’ll have a driver come and pick you up.” He opened my door, waiting for me to get out.

I looked outside. It was getting dark, and this part of town wasn’t safe.

“Devonte, but—”

“Baby, please.” He clasped his hands together. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

I nodded and stepped out of the car. He drove away at speed almost immediately.

I stood by the road for almost thirty minutes, waiting for the driver.

The night grew colder, and I couldn’t wait any longer.

I started walking through the dangerous part of town, crossing my fingers and praying that nothing bad would happen to me.

It took me almost three hours to get home after getting lost, but thank goodness, nothing happened to me.

Good thing I was leaving soon. At least I wouldn’t have to put up with this bullshit anymore.

When I got home, it was eerily quiet.

It seemed as though nobody was around.

I started towards the stairs when I heard voices coming from Devonte’s study.

“Why did you say you were in trouble when you weren’t, Josephine?”

Josephine burst into tears at the confrontation and threw herself into Devonte’s arms.

“Why are you suddenly being mean to me ever since Evelyn got back?”

“Evelyn is my wife. I have to love and protect her.”

“No!” Josephine yelled. “You loved me first, remember?”

“That was in the past, Josephine.”

“So you’re saying you have zero feelings for me?” Her tone changed.

Then she leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips.

Devonte reacted quickly, pushing her away.

“Josephine, Dont!"

“I know you’re still mad at me because I married the Erickson heir.”

My brows furrowed.

“You’re still jealous. That’s why you married Evelyn to get back at me.”

“Enough, Josephine!” Devonte turned away.

“It was never about you.”

“You’re just trying to convince yourself.” She ran her hands over his body. “Are you sure it wasn’t about me?”

She kissed him again, and this time, he didn’t pull away.

For one terrible, stretched-out second, he stood there, enjoying her warmth.

So it was true. Devonte had only married me to get back at Josephine.

This whole marriage had always been one big, fat joke.

I turned around to walk away when I suddenly crashed into a large plant pot, causing it to tumble over with a loud crash.