The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 89

Chapter 89:

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Sheila's heart skipped a beat, started by the sudden noise behind her.

Instinctively, she turned around, clutching the medicine bottle tightly to her back. When her eyes landed on Joshua, she felt relieved. After a quick glance to confirm they were alone, she muttered, “I’m just going to get some medicine for Jerald.”

Joshua's gaze fell on the jar she was trying to hide.

Then he noticed her restless and tense expression.

It was clear that something was not right.

I have frowned. “So what’s all the secrecy about?” Without hesitation, he picked up the bottle and turned it over in his hands to examine it closely.

Sheila's voice dropped to a whisper. "Actually, I was going to ask you if you had any contacts to get more of this medicine."

Joshua squinted at the label. He wasn't well versed in pharmaceuticals, but the name of the drug sounded familiar.

Was it weird? I wasn't sure.

What I did know was that it cost a small fortune and was certainly not covered by insurance.

Her interest wanted. “Didn’t Caden buy this already?”

“Exactly.” Sheila nodded, her eyes narrowed. “And that's the point. Why let him take all the credit when we can get it ourselves? Besides, this stuff works fine, but we’re running out of it.”

Joshua raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t there still many left in the box?”

Sheila hesitated, then leaned closer. “They’re fake.”

Lowering his voice even further, he continued, “I was worried we would run out, so I bought some counterfeit ones as a backup.”

“What?!” Joshua felt his stomach churn. “Do you realize how dangerous this can be? What if something goes wrong?”

It wasn't Jerald's possible death that worried him, but the idea of ​​being held responsible.

As he moved to throw away the fake drugs, Sheila grabbed his arm. “You're exaggerating,” she protested. “I know people who work in the factory where they make them. They replicate big-name drugs all the time. The knockoffs may not be as effective, but no one has ever died from them. They’re not dirt-cheap either – I paid a pretty penny for them. Throwing them away would be a waste.”

But Joshua shook his head. "No. “They have to go.”

Sheila pursed her lips in frustration. “And if Jerald doesn't take them, then what? Are you just going to let Caden swoop in with the real ones and play the hero?”

"He's the eldest. Isn't it his responsibility?"

“Sure, but who stood by Jerald when he needed help? You. And everyone remembers that. Do you really want to let Caden steal your thunder this late in the game?”

Joshua paused, his words working their way through his mind.

She hadn't stayed by Jerald's hospital bed out of worry – she'd been calculating.

If Jerald died, he wanted to make sure the will left him in a secure position.

If Jerald lived, then playing the loyal son could leave a lasting impression.

And with Caden at odds with Jerald, this was his chance to step up.

“Okay. I'll think of something. But don’t give him the fake meds yet.” Joshua took a quick photo of the bottle for future reference.

"By the way, where is Alice? I didn't see her when I came back."

Sheila snorted, irritated. “She went out to get a facial or something. “How much money did you give her?”

Joshua was in no mood to argue.

“Stay out of our business,” he hissed. “If Lilliana replaces out about this, you know what will happen.”

With that, he pulled out his phone and walked away, dialing Alicia's number.

Alicia had just left Monica's house, where she had safely tucked away the photos Caden had sent her. When she picked up the phone, her voice was light and casual.

"What's happening?"

“Why aren’t you home yet?” Joshua's tone was impatient.

“I'm just on my way back,” she replied simply, almost wanting to end the call. But then she remembered the role she had to play and quickly added, “I just left Monica’s house.”

“Oh, okay. I got off work early today anyway,” Joshua said, a slight urgency in his words. “Come home soon. “Let’s spend some time together.”

Alicia hesitated, surprised by his sudden request. Even through the phone, she could sense the frustration hiding beneath his smooth facade.

"I'm still on my period," she replied, trying to keep a neutral tone.

Joshua chuckled. “You think I just want to see you for sex? We were married for two years. Did I ever do anything to you then?”

His words only increased the disgust that was boiling inside her. The irony was not lost on her: when she wanted his attention, he was with Lilliana.

Now that she wanted nothing to do with him, he was suddenly present, persistent, if anything.

But Alice knew that wasn't the case. Whatever was bound to happen would happen.

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” he said in a firm voice.

“Great,” Joshua murmured, as if mollified. “I've missed your cooking. “I haven’t done it in a while.”

Alice almost laughed. Cooking? Again?

He and Caden were actually brothers—they both treated her like some sort of servant.

“I should have invited you to join us sooner,” he joked sarcastically.

“What?” Joshua sounded confused.

He cleared his throat and quickly disguised himself. “Nothing, I just had dinner with Monica.”

As soon as the call ended, Alice shook her head, half amused, half annoyed. If it was cooking that he wanted, she would do it, for the moment. It was better than the alternative. After all, the last thing she wanted from him was sex.

With a new plan in mind, I turned to Monica's door.

"Monica, do you still have the medicine you mentioned?"

Monica and agreed to get a small vial. “Yes, you should have him take it now. “It takes a few days to really take effect.”

“Perfect,” Alice murmured, a macabre smile on her lips.

He picked up the bottle and put it in his pocket.

Joshua wanted his food? He'd get it, okay.

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