Chapter 3
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Avon's POV
When we are back home we stopped at the living room when a question that's been bothering me since morning crossed my mind.
"Where should I sleep?" I asked in a small voice.
"In my room," I swallowed hard when I heard his words.
"You don't want to?" he assumed so I immediately shook my head.
"I'm fine with that," I responded then continued pushing his wheelchair until we reached his room. The door automatically opened so we stepped inside and pushed his wheelchair until we reached his bed.
"Call my physical therapist," he uttered.
"Yeah sure," I responded like an obedient kid then headed out and call for Gregory, the physical therapist that his parents hired to assist him.
"Gregory," I called when I saw him in the kitchen sipping his coffee.
Gregory turned his head at me then raised his eyebrows anticipating my words.
"What is it Avon?" he politely asked.
"Jeremiah needs your help," I uttered so he immediately stood up and we walked towards Jeremiah's room.
"I am glad that he went out today," he uttered.
"His company needs him," I responded.
When we reached Jeremiah's room we saw him staring at the trophies displayed on his cabinet and for some reason my heart ache seeing him like that.
CEO of the Year.
Jeremiah Foster, the man with the most race wins.
I fake a cough to steal his attention and when he turned his wheelchair in our direction, I saw his face and it reflected pain.
"Gregory is here," I uttered but he didn't respond.
Gregory and I walked towards him. Gregory carried Jeremiah and then laid him on the bed.
When Jeremiah is already settled Gregory looked at me and then uttered his goodbye.
"Thank you, Gregory," I uttered then smiled at him.
I swallowed hard when we are left alone inside his room. I felt nervous even though I knew that nothing would happen to me and besides Jeremiah is not that type of man I guess.
He may look like a ruthless man who always craves s*x but I know he won't force the woman to do it with him because he doesn't need to, he can easily get any woman that he wanted having that looks and of course wealth.
"You seem too quiet, what's wrong?" he asked. I shook my head not wanting to tell him the thoughts that runs inside my mind.
"You can sleep on the couch," he uttered which made my mouth gape and looked at him in disbelief.
"I will sleep on the couch?" I repeated and he nod his head like it was nothing. I looked at the couch and it looks uncomfortable sleeping there.
"Why are you expecting something else?" he asked so I immediately shook my head.
"No, I'm fine sleeping on the couch," I uttered then forced a smile.
I turned my back on him and I was about to walk towards the couch when he spoke.
"I heard that you are doing this to get your company back?" he asked so I looked at him again. It took me a while to respond because I felt embarrassed. I felt too little. His words reminded me of how desperate I have become.
"So once you get your company you are no longer my wife?" he asked.
"After 547 days. I will stay for more than a year to help in your progress," I uttered then gave him a small smile but an insulting smile appeared on his lips.
"How can I expect help from someone who can't even save her family's name from falling? You are just like me Avon, helpless, unable to do anything so you will use other people to make your situation better," he uttered which made my forehead crease, we are okay a while ago but here he is acting like I am his biggest enemy.
"What's your problem, Jeremiah?" I asked. Jeremiah looked at me intently.
"You. You are my problem Avon. I hate people like you, a gold digger, someone who is willing to sell her dignity just to get what she wanted," those words struck my heart like a dagger. It hurts hearing it from his mouth because those are true, I am a gold digger and I am using his family to save mine.
Tears cascaded down my face, I flashed a bitter smile and then stormed out of his room without even uttering any words.
I bit my lower lip and then harshly wiped my tears as I made my way toward the parking lot. I get inside my car and then bowed my head on the steering wheel as I cry my heart out.
I am in the middle of my breakdown when I heard my phone ring. I took a deep breath then wipe my tears and when I am calmed down I answered the call and acted like I am totally fine.
"b***h you need to do a lot of explanation," I heard Althea's voice on the other line.
"Explanation for?" I asked dumbfounded.
"You are married already and you didn't even bother to tell me and besides it's my birthday today, I am waiting for you for two hours now," she uttered getting all grumpy which made me chuckle.
"Okay I will be there in a few," I responded then dropped the call.
"I will get myself wasted," I uttered then pulled my car out of the Forter's parking lot and drive towards the address that Althea have sent me.
Jeremiah's POV
I took a deep breath when Avon walked out. I never meant to be bad all I wanted is to make her realize that she doesn't deserve this kind of life.
She doesn't need to sell her freedom just to save their family's name. I want her to realize that she is more than this and I am hoping that the harsh truth will make her realize that.
I want to be selfish and keep her beside me but as I look at her I felt guilty because life can offer so many great things on her but here she is stuck with a man who can't even move his body.
I shut my eyes closed forcing myself to sleep but it's been an hour and her face still crossed my mind. The argument that we had kept on playing like a broken cassette that keeps me alive in the middle of the night.
I watched the hands of the clock move and when I felt bored I pressed the button beside my bed to call Gregory.
After a few moments, he arrived.
"Do you need any help Jeremiah?" he politely asked.
"I can't sleep I want to watch something," I responded so he nod his head and walked towards my bed.
Gregory carried me in his arms and then put me back in my wheelchair. He pushed me until we reached the living room. He opened the TV and I decided to watch some news.
When Gregory switches to channel to news Avon's face flashed on the screen and she looks wasted.
At the bottom part, the news headline was written.
Famous model Avon Lauder married the multi-billionaire business tycoon Jeremiah Forter to save Lauder Corporation.
My jaw clenched upon reading the headline.
After a while, the recorded video played and I heard her conversation with her friends.
"So why did you marry Jeremiah Forter Avon?"I heard a woman's voice in the background, while the phone is focused on Avon's face. Avon giggled and then drank from the glass that she is holding before answering.
"I need him. I need his money. I need his family." she uttered too drunk.
"He isn't your type?" asked again by the woman. Avon looked at the camera directly bit her lower lip then shook her head.
"Jeremiah Forter isn't my type. I never thought that I will end up as a wife of that kind of man," she responded and it was followed by her soft laughter.
My chest tightened upon hearing her words. I felt like she is belittling me and what does she mean by that kind of man? Useless? Impotent?
"I heard that he is you know... handicapped, so that means you have full control of your relationship. You can finally control the great Jeremiah Forter, Avon," Avon laughed hearing those words and she proudly nod her head.
"You know me, Althea. I can easily control men even the used-to-be great Jeremiah Forter," she responded then laughed. I tightly closed my fist when anger filled me and before I could even explode my mother arrived in the living room.
"What's the matter Jeremiah?" she asked with worry laced in her voice.
I tightly clenched my jaw and then turned my wheelchair in her direction.
"I want Avon to kneel in front of me," I coldly uttered. One thing that I hate the most is my ego being bruised. Maybe she is mad at me after confronting her with the harsh truth or maybe that is what she thinks of me. That I am someone who can't do anything, someone that she can easily control.
"Jeremiah what's the problem?" my mother asked confused by the whole situation.
"I want that woman to kneel in front of me Mom," I repeated. My mother nod her head and then hastily left the living room.
After a few hours of waiting, I saw Avon making her way through the living room. She is walking confidently as if she didn't say those words. The way she carries herself angers me more.
"Kneel, Avon," I uttered coldly when she got closer.
"Excuse me?" she asked in disbelief and looked at me with a creased forehead.
"Kneel Avon Lauder or I will f*****g sell your father's company," I threatened and hearing my words made her kneel on the ground and beg for my mercy.
"Who's in control now?" I asked with arrogance in my voice and hearing my words made her freeze in place.
"H-How?" she asked in a panic. My lips rose for a smirk.
"You can easily control men even the used-to-be great Jeremiah Foster," I repeated her words and looked at her intently.
"Then let's see who is really in control Avon," I uttered firmly then turned my wheelchair away from her.
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