Capture Her Heart After Marriage

When Evelyn didn’t get a response right away, she spoke again. "Who are you exactly? Tell me now or I’ll hang up the phone and block you."

"Wait a minute!" Alexia said urgently.

Evelyn paused. "Tell me then."

"OK." Alexia took a deep breath and calmed herself down. "I am Chaim's wife. And you are?"

"His wife?" Evelyn scoffed. "Let me get this straight. You’re Chaim's wife?"

"Yes."

Evelyn sneered, "Miss, you should know Chaim has never been married and as such has no wife yet. Next time you should find yourself a better story excuse."

Hearing the Evelyn’s cruel words, Alexia’s heart sank. She was legally Chaim's wife, but Chaim had forbidden anyone from speaking of the marriage so to the rest of the world, Chaim was still single. It also didn’t help that Alexia felt that she was a terrible wife, so Evelyn’s word cut right through her.

It was late and instead of Chaim answering, it was some other woman. Unless Chaim had a close relationship with the woman on the other end of the phone, it didn’t make sense for a random woman to answer Alexia’s call.

Realizing all of that, Alexia had to fight down her anxiety and jealousy as she continued. "Miss, you didn't answer my question. Who are you?"

"Evelyn," the woman replied curtly.

"Wait, you’re Evelyn!" Alexia asked in surprise, her voice rising in pitch as her eyes widened in shock.

Alexia might not have been able to meet Evelyn that afternoon, but she was speaking to Evelyn on the phone.

"Wait, how do you know who I am?" Evelyn asking in surprise, raising her eyebrow; or brow bone seeing as her eyebrows had fallen out from the chemo.

Alexia held the phone tightly, "I don’t know who you are specifically… but I have heard of you."

"You have?" Evelyn squinted at the phone in disbelief.

“Yes,” Alexia mumbled, before gaining the courage to ask another question. "Miss Evelyn, is Chaim there with you?"

"He’s taking a shower now. Do you want to talk to him?"

Alexia bit her tongue hard, struggling with her emotions. "No, never mind. I… I just called to say hi…"

‘Taking a shower…’

and Chaim was taking a shower at Evelyn's. So had

couldn’t have. Evelyn was sick. Chaim was so insistent on needing Alexia’s bone marrow that he wouldn’t want to risk anything happening. She took a deep breath and told herself she was just overthinking the

a little better after that realization, but the two of them being together still hurt. She threw the phone on the table and curled up in the nearest chair. She pulled her legs to her chest and buried her head in her

the dishes by then and headed to the living room

Alexia, what's the matter?" Aunt Song

from where she buried

fine." Aunt Song patted Alexia on the shoulder. "Did you have a

Alexia shook her head.

guessed right and sighed. "Will Mr. Lancaster

sniffed sadly. "He may

Aunt Song gasped,

up. "No, he isn’t sick. He’s staying there to take care of

you say Evelyn?" Aunt Song asked, failing to hide the surprise from her

surprise scared Alexia as she responded.

Song nodded, unsure how to respond. "She’s the daughter

Song looked at Alexia

a ball forming in the pit of her

up toward the door. "Never mind what I said, dear. Since Mr. Lancaster won't be home tonight, you should

to take off the apron before she

herself, the whole situation growing even more complicated

she instead confirmed Alexia’s suspicion that Chaim and Evelyn had some sort of history. That just left Alexia to wonder if Evelyn was Chaim’s secret crush,

who she was, Alexia felt a bit better knowing more about the whole situation. Alexia patted her face and cheered herself up. She grabbed her phone and sent Chaim

*****

to Chaim who was just getting out of the

drying his hair.

but you don’t have the number saved."

‘It’s that girl again!'

the phone to

at the message. "I’m

this? I told her to wait for me in the villa and have a

Chaim being upset, Evelyn chose her next words

ignore her," Chaim said placing his phone in

the way, she called

back to drying off his hair, not really listening to Evelyn blathering

she was

drying his hair and spoke