“You deserve that!” he snarled and carried Eve out.
Heidi stood at her desk, looking horrified, then rushed in. “Mrs Kensington, are you okay?” Heidi exclaimed.
In horrendous pain, I tried pulling myself up, and dizziness swamped me, and I leaned forward and threw up.
“Oh!” Heidi cried.
“Heidi,” I murmured as I reached out for help.
“Mrs Kensington?”
“Get me the office footage. Please,” I begged and then passed out.
Winona
“Hey,” I said softly as Alicia blinked before opening her eyes.
“What happened?” she croaked, looking alarmed.
“Honey, you were badly injured. You fell and hit your head,” I explained as I saw awareness dawn on Alicia.
“I’m in the hospital?”
“Yes, darling.” I held a glass of water up with a straw, and Alicia drank.
“That’s better,” Alicia muttered with a grateful smile. Recollection dawned in her eyes. “Eve attacked me. Where’s Oliver?”
I tried to keep a neutral expression, but I was sure I failed.
“Winona?”
“We last saw Oliver with Eve. The bitch is claiming you attacked her and has hurt her wrist and ankle,” I said.
“No, Eve pushed me. Winona, I remember! Eve said she was going to steal Oliver and knocked me down. She stole the note I wrote concerning the Wiseman breach.”
“Bet that little whore claims credit for the discovery!” I exclaimed, furious.
“Let her. God, I can’t believe Oliver went to the hospital with her and left me bleeding on the floor. Oliver’s meant to be my husband, Winona,” Alicia whispered.
My heart bled for Alicia, who I believed was about to be in for a rough ride. Alicia deserved so much better. She wasn’t going to get over this betrayal easily. Inwardly, I sighed. Maybe this would be the wake-up call Alicia so desperately needed.
Alicia
Oliver didn’t even visit. My friends did, but not him. Oceane, never one to hold back, informed me gently: Oliver hadn’t left Eve’s side while at the hospital and had taken her home. Not once did Oliver come to find me.
That hurt badly. I was his wife, and he took that lying bitch’s word over mine?
The wound Eve had given me had eight stitches. It would be noticeable. The surgeons said they’d had a specialist do the stitches so the scar wouldn’t be ugly, but it would be visible.
The next day, Dax drove me home from the hospital, where doctors had kept me for observation. When we arrived, I was surprised to see Oliver’s car there.
“Come in and have coffee,” I offered, and Dax looked uncomfortable.
“Honey, I’m too angry at Oliver, and it’s not a good thing for me to be around him. How about Zinnia stays, and I’ll collect you both later and take you to dinner?” Dax offered.
“That would be great; I don’t feel comfortable leaving Alicia alone,” Zinnia agreed.
“Thanks for the ride home, Dax,” I muttered and led Zinnia into the house. We headed to the kitchen, and Zinnia took a seat at the table while I put the kettle on.
