The Billionaire's Wife for 547 Days

Chapter 5

Avon's POV

Days remain the same as if I am living in repetition. Jeremiah treated me the same, he still look at me with hate in his eyes.

"b***h you hurt his ego of course he will treat you harshly," Althea uttered. I decided to call her since I don't have anyone to talk to. I have been refusing to call my family since they will just convince me to change my mind as if we have another choice but to save our company from bankruptcy.

I know Mom hated the idea that I married Jeremiah without her knowing but I was left with no choice. I can't simply watch Dad crumple down when I knew that all his life all he wants is to keep Lauder Corporation.

"But he insulted me first and besides I was drunk. I can't control the words that came out of my mouth. My ego was bruised at first but he is acting as if he didn't do anything wrong at all. If he didn't call me a gold digger then I wouldn't say all those words to him," I responded trying to defend my reckless action but all I received is a heavy sigh from Althea.

"Fine you have a point but remember that you need the Forter's help," she uttered. I already explained to Althea how I ended up in this situation and just like how my mother reacted she was deeply against the idea but when she saw how determined I am to bring our company back she won't have any choice but to help me.

"I know but how can I convince Jeremiah to continue living when I can't give him a concrete reason to continue? I can't even make him eat his breakfast what more in convincing him to continue his life that he considered useless?" I asked slowly losing the eagerness to change Jeremiah's mind.

"What if you make him fall for you? Like those romances in movies," she suggested then it is followed by an insulting laugh.

"Funny," I sarcastically responded then changed my position. I laid my back flat on the bed then placed the soft pillow about my stomach and stared at the ceiling.

"How about I bring him to the places that he used to love? Or cook the food that he loves to eat? Or let him experience the things that he loves doing?" I asked while formulating a plan inside my head.

" I love that tone, Avon. It is full of fire, desire, and...love?" she asked making fun of me once again. I roll my eyes at Althea even though she can't see me.

"You know what you aren't helping at all," ai uttered.

"I'm gonna end this call," I added but before I could fully hang up she utter another word.

"Call me if things get hard Avon," she uttered which made me smile.

"Cringe," I commented even though her words gave warmth to my heart. I dropped the a with a smile on my face. I sit on my bed with a huge smile plastered on my face but it was replaced by shock when I saw Jeremiah inside my room staring at me intently with furrowed eyebrows.

"Cheating on me?" he asked and I have no idea how I should respond to that question.

"That's my friend, Althea," I explained but it seems like he didn't believe me at all.

" Prepare yourself we are living in five minutes," he informed me then pressed the button on his wheelchair and left my room without even waiting for my response.

The thing that Jeremiah Forter hated the most is being late so when he left the room I quickly change my clothes and check myself in the mirror then hurriedly went out.

I am glad that I am done doing my morning routine so all I did is change my clothes into a presentable one.

"Where are we going?" I asked when I saw him in the living room watching the news.

"I have an appointment with Dr. Romero Alonzo," he uttered so I nod my head and walked behind him to hold the handle of his wheelchair. I carefully pushed him until we reached the car that we always use.

I helped him get inside and when he is fully settled I walked towards the driver's seat and drove away from Forter's mansion.

"Do you want to grab breakfast first?" I asked since he didn't eat anything before leaving their home.

Jeremiah being his usual snob self didn't bother to answer my question and focused his eyes in front.

I took a deep breath and then continued driving and after an hour we reach the prestigious hospital was Dr. Romero Alonzo works.

I helped him get off and since Forter's are the major shareholder of this hospital we received special treatment from all of the staff.

"It's good to be rich," I commented but he remained quiet and didn't even bother to respond.

After a few minutes w,e reached Dr. Romero Alonzo's room. I knock on the door three times and after that, the door opened.

"Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Forter," he greeted with a welcoming smile plastered on his face.

"Leave Avon," Jeremiah coldly uttered when I. about to push him toward Dr. Romero Alonzo's table.

"Huh?" I asked as if I didn't get his words.

"I said leave," he coldly repeated. Afraid that I might anger him even more I nod my head then let go of the handle of his wheelchair and leave the room quietly.

Jeremiah's POV

When Avon was gone I headed toward Dr. Romero Alonzo's table.

"We will run some tests on you so we can check how your body responds to medication," he uttered so I nod my head and after a while, four nurses came in and carried me towards a bed, and made me lay down.

They started taking blood samples and after a while, I am transferred to a room filled with different machines.

They scanned my whole body and after a few hours of testing, we headed back to Dr. Alonzo's room.

Dr. Alonzo is holding an envelope and by the look on his face, I can tell that the results didn't come out well.

"Don't beat around the bush and be honest with me Doc, do I still stand a chance?" I asked. Dr. Alonzo stared at my face as if he is contemplating if he should answer me or not but after a while, he utter the words that shattered my whole being.

"There is no progress Jeremiah," he uttered, and instead and crying I let out a sarcastic laugh as if I am expecting this even though some part of me still holds hope that I can make it.

"Then we are just wasting our time hoping for nothing?" I asked.

Dr. Alonzo shook his head disagreeing with my thought.

"You still have a year to make progress Jeremiah," he uttered giving me hope but I shook my head and let out a sarcastic laugh.

When I felt like I am on the verge of crying I pressed the button of my wheelchair and then headed towards his closed door. Maybe luck is on my side this time because luckily it was the exact moment that Avon is about to come in. When she saw that I am planning to leave he widen the opening and allowed me to leave Dr. Alonzo's office.

"Is there something wrong Jeremiah?" she asked with her voice filled with curiosity.

I didn't bother to respond instead I headed toward the hospital garden and placed my wheelchair under the shade of the tree.

"What's wrong Jeremiah?" I heard Avon's voice and hearing her nonstop questions irritates me even more.

"Just f*****g shut up!" I shouted which made her flinch and I can tell that other patients are already looking in my direction.

"I'm sorry," she uttered then sat on the wooden bench beside my wheelchair.

She remained quiet and I felt guilty about it but I can't bring myself to apologize to her.

We stayed in the garden for an hour without uttering any words until I decided to share what Dr. Alonzo said about me.

"There is no progress Avon," I shared. In my peripheral vision, I saw her head turned on mine.

"You still have a year though," she uttered the same words that Dr. Alonzo said to me.

"Do you think a year can magically change everything?" I sarcastically asked to make her understand that my condition isn't some sort of fairy tale where everything will be fine if just patiently waited.

"It can't change everything but it might change something Jeremiah," she responded full of hope and still hold on to the belief that I still have a chance to be back to my normal life.

"Do you want to try the magic of one year?" she asked which made my eyebrows furrow wondering what nonsense she is talking about.

"Let's do something Jeremiah," she uttered then without any notice she pushed my wheelchair and we headed towards the parking lot.

She pushed me inside the car and she walked towards the driver seat like a happy little kid. After a while, I felt the car moving. As I focused my eyes in front I slowly notice that our surroundings changed and after an hour of driving, we are now out of the city.

"Where are we?" I asked then tried my best to figure out the way she is taking it.

"I don't know but it's a road trip, Jeremiah," she enthusiastically uttered then continued driving with a smile plastered on her face.

I tried my best to fight the urge to smile but I failed and I just found myself smiling while looking at the view in front of us.

The trees look refreshing and the huge smile plastered on Avon's lips brought warmth to my heart.

"You are smiling," she commented so I immediately wiped off the smile from my face which made her laugh.

"I hope you realize that being handicapped won't restrict you from being happy. You can do so many things only if you stop pointing at the things that you lack," she uttered and it tugged my heart as if those are the words that I have been wanting to hear.