The Divine Healer and His Many Identities

Chapter 06

Cathy and Adam looked at each other and the woman smiled nervously, fidgeting at the rem of her clothes. 

“Morris, you must be mistaken…,” she said, shaking her head from side to side. 

Morris stood up from the table, fists clenched after hearing the words spoken by Cathy, then turning to her. 

“What do you mean by that? Do you think I, the greatest collector of fine wines in this city, wouldn’t know a good wine from a bad one?” he asked, then brought his hand to his chest with a thud. “I’m Richard Morris!” 

Cathy looked at her husband for help, but he did nothing. She then turned to her daughter, who had her mouth open, trying to think. 

“It’s just…” Cathy licked her lips and swallowed hard, before her face turned red as she looked at Alistair, accusingly. “That wine must have come from his now-defunct family! Because, please… how would a poor boy like that be able to afford such expensive wine? And two bottles at that!” 

Cathy sneered, crossing her arms over her chest and looking disapprovingly at Alistair, who remained quiet, just watching. 

“Whatever, the wine is original!” Morris complained and sat back down. 

The rest of dinner went by awkwardly and at the end, when Adam invited Alistair to stay the night, he declined. 

“At least go walk your husband to the door!” He said to Lisa, who rolled her eyes. 

“No need. I know the way, Mr. Anderson,” Alistair smiled at the man, before turning away, not even sparing a glimpse to Lisa. She clenched her fists at her sides and followed him. Alistair heard the footsteps, but still, he didn’t turn around and kept walking. 

“Are you going to ignore me?” She asked and he took the car keys out of his pants pocket. 

“Why? Would you like to come home with me and consummate the marriage, dear wife?” Alistair asked, looking at his wife, who held her breath. The light from the nearby streetlamp illuminated Alistair so that his broad shoulders and good physique were visible. Lisa frowned, determined not to give in to temptation. Alistair smirked teasingly. “It is our wedding night, after all.” 

“Now, stop being a pervert!” She scolded and crossed her arms. “If my father invites you again, don’t come!” 

Alistair let out a low laugh. 

“I don’t plan on coming back, except to… celebrate our divorce,” he said and gave Lisa a wink before turning and walking away. 

She watched him get into his car and drive away. Lisa stomped her foot and pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, dialing her best friend. 

'This jerk! Who does he think he is?' She complained internally, as she waited for Marie to pick up the call. 'Just because he's handsome, he thinks he’ll be able to seduce me? Ha!' 

But deep down, a voice told her that she could have taken advantage of the opportunity. It wasn't every day that you saw a man with features and physique like that. 

“Hi!” Marie’s voice came from the other end of the line. “Lisa, how are you?” 

“Marie, hi! Hmm… Do you remember how my father wanted me to marry a man I’ve never met?” 

“Yes, yes,” Maria said, flipping through the page of the gossip magazine she had in front of her on the bed. 

“Today, that bastard came to demand the wedding, and now I’m married to him!” And she told Marie how it happened, as well as the dinner. Marie remained silent, just listening to her friend complaining. “And then, he even had the nerve to try to get me into his bed! As if I would let a poor, classless guy like him touch me!” 

“How awful, Lisa!” Marie sat up in bed, her legs crossed. “What do you intend to do?” 

“I have to find a way to get him to file for divorce… I can’t do that myself, or my father will disinherit me!” Lisa pouted. 

“So, let’s deal with this man. He needs a lesson to learn that his place is not by your side.” 

Lisa smiled when she heard that. Even though she was very malicious, she didn’t have Marie’s brain for scheming. She hung up the phone and went back inside. 

“Dad, why did you choose this man? Seriously… just because his father helped you once?” 

“His father did more than help me, and not just once, Lisa,” Adam sighed and shook his head from side to side. “Without him, we wouldn’t be where we are. And Alistair is a smart boy, always has been. He’ll be great, I’m sure of it. If you’re a good wife and help him, you’ll both have a good life. I know you will.” 

Lisa didn't believe it, but she didn't want to argue with her father, who seemed to really like Alistair. 

“At least our children will be good-looking,” she joked, and Adam laughed. With that, Lisa turned to go to her room, and the expression on the young woman’s face changed immediately. “Children who will never exist!” 

The next morning, Alistair woke up, exercised, spoke to the apprentices and, when it was almost nine in the morning, he received a call and was tempted to reject it, as it was an unknown number. 

"Hello?" 

“Alistair!” Lisa’s voice was heard and he already felt tired. “What are your plans for today?” 

He raised an eyebrow, put the phone away, and looked at it, as if something was wrong. 

“Ah, I don’t have any specific plans, why?” 

“So, dear husband. I don’t think we need to be enemies, do we?” She giggled, and Alistair still wasn’t convinced. “I called because I wanted to know if you’d like to go with me to a Fencing Club. I’ll show you around the city little by little. How about that?” 

He wasn't very interested, but he gave a defeated sigh and nodded. 

“Very well. Where?” 

“I’ll send you the location. See you soon!” 

She hung up and soon, a message appeared on Alistair's phone. He grabbed his car keys and left. 

When he got there, he saw some people shouting euphorically, cheering for someone. As soon as he looked at the center of the room, two men were dueling. 

“Go, Edward!” Alistair heard someone shout. He saw Lisa across the arena and went over to her, who was accompanied by a woman with long, dark, wavy hair, amber eyes, and porcelain skin. 

“Oh, Alistair! This is Marie,” Lisa said and Marie nodded at him, looking back at the arena. 

“Go, Edward!” Marie shouted and Alistair looked back at the two fighting men. 

“That’s Edward Hunter. He’s the town champion, he won a prize and everything,” Lisa said, and when Alistair turned around, the aforementioned man had beaten the other, taken off his own helmet, and looked in their direction, smiling seductively at Lisa. 

Lisa had no interest in the man, however, this was a good opportunity to humiliate Alistair Woods. It had been Marie's idea. 

“Lisa! You’re getting more beautiful by the day!” Edward said, and when he saw Alistair there, he looked at him with disdain. “Who is that?” 

“Lisa’s husband!” Marie answered sarcastically, and Edward’s smile became even more unpleasant. 

“Husband?” Edward looked Alistair up and down. “So, ‘Lisa’s Husband’, how about a game?” 

Alistair let out a mocking laugh. 

“I have never, in my entire life, held a sword…” Lisa and Marie looked at each other, confident that they would get what they wanted. Alistair’s demeanor changed immediately and his eyes became sharp, “for show. I’ve only wielded it to kill.”