Chapter 5
Evelyn returned to the Park Avenue penthouse feeling like a stranger in her own body.
Julian was sitting at the marble kitchen island, reviewing financial spreadsheets on his tablet.
He looked up with a bright, welcoming smile, but his eyes remained analytical and watchful.
"How was your afternoon outing, darling?" Julian asked, pouring her a glass of sparkling water.
"It was quiet," Evelyn lied smoothly, placing her handbag on her lap to conceal the burner phone.
"I just needed some fresh air away from all the wedding planning stress."
Julian walked over to her, resting his hands on the armrests of her black wheelchair.
"I spoke with your neurologist at Mount Sinai today," Julian said casually, his voice laced with concern.
"He suggested we increase your nerve suppressant medication starting tonight."
Evelyn's eyes narrowed slightly as she caught the subtle shift in his defensive posture.
"Why would we increase it? My condition hasn't changed in years," she noted carefully.
"You've been agitated lately, Evelyn," Julian replied gently, stroking her blonde hair.
"The doctor thinks your phantom limb sensations are returning because of psychological stress."
Evelyn remembered the boy's terrifying words from the ballroom: Ask her for my hand back.
Was her paralysis truly permanent, or was Julian keeping her sedated to maintain control over her family trust?
Her late father's will stipulated that Julian would administer the Sterling estate only while Evelyn remained disabled.
If she ever recovered her ability to walk, total financial control of the multi-billion-dollar empire reverted to her.
"I'll take the medicine," Evelyn said softly, lowering her gaze to hide her sudden realization.
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"Thank you for always taking such good care of me, Julian."
Julian smiled warmly, completely unaware that she had just uncovered his true motivation.
