Chapter 41 A cup of disaster.

Chapter 41 A cup of disaster.
Taylor stood by the balcony of the second floor of the house.

Why do I feel like Ethan has been going out more, trying to avoid me since the incident Camilla and I planned?

She twisted her lips to the side like a person carefully planning or targeting something.

We'll see how long he can run for.

Splash!

"Ouch!"

A maid who was taking tea to Ursula's room had bumped into her, causing the hot tea to splatter all over her chest, slightly burning her.

The tea cup and tray fell and broke into pieces.

The maid's eyes widened.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am. Oh my goodness. I didn't e-"

Her words were scattered by the nasty slap that Taylor sent across her face.

The maid held her face.

"How dare you? Are you blind or something, huh? Would you do this to Ursula, would you? Wait till I become the head of this house. I'll teach each and every one of you a lesson." Taylor said pinching the maid by the ear with her pointy acrylic nails.

"Ow...I'm so sorry ma. It'll never happen again" the maid cried out.

"Now, get out of my face" Taylor pushed the maid to the floor and walked away without a care in the world if the maid broke a bone.

Definitely, this wouldn't happen if it was Ursula. No! I am the one who always gets treated like I'm some second place. I'm the one who had to disgrace myself and I'm still the one who's the mistress while Ursula is pregnant and married to him.

She stared at herself in the mirror in the hallway.

Look ar you, Taylor. You used to be the famous model, beautiful, chased, desired and wanted by all. And now, you have tea on your chest, your boyfriend's married and what are you? A mockery?

She gestured to one of the servants that was about to pass her with a tray of food to stop.

"Serviette"

He handed her the serviette, bowed and left.

She wiped her chest gently but her hands couldn't reach down into her cleavage where some of it had leaked in between her breasts.

"Argh!"

She threw the serviette on the floor.

I hate that girl so much. I wish she was crying instead of me. She should be humiliated instead of me. She thinks she's perfect, innocent and suitable for him.

She pressed her stomach and the liquid soaked her dress.

"Argh! My favorite dress" she cried.

She could hear footsteps approaching.

Great! Speak of the devil and she appears. It's definitely that little brunette haired witch.

But it was Ethan.

Oh. It's you. This is an opportunity for me.

She quickly looked away from his direction, facing the mirror as if she hadn't seen him.

She made her brows furrow a bit.

She didn't blink.

And then the tears rolled down her cheeks.

Ethan, you will be mine. No matter what happens.

Ethan noticed.

God. Why did I pass this hallway? This is so awkward. I know I did you wrong, Taylor but I just can't face you because of what you did to me. Neither can I hide away because of what I did. I feel so guilty.

He exhaled, removed his hands from his pocket as he was getting closer to where she stood.

What do I even say to her?

"Taylor?" he called her name.

Then, she slowly turned.

Fuck. She's crying. I knew I shouldn't have walked down this hallway. I should have stayed outside a little bit.

"You're crying" he said to her.

"No...it's nothing. Something for in my eye" she pretended.

"You don't have to lie to me. I know you're crying.. Taylor I'm really sorry for what happened that night...I didn't even..how do I even say this?...I shouldn't be making any excuses because none should justify forcing myself on you"

"No, it's okay, Ethan..I honestly have no grudge against you... Yes, I feel the trauma of not being wanted but being..... used...I feel used...I don't know how to feel...I don't know h-"

She paused.

I know what to do. This is the perfect time.

She began to pant heavily.

"Are you okay, Taylor?" Ethan asked, holding her by the shoulder.

Her eyes darted left to right rapidly.

She dug her fingers into her hair.

"Used. I was...I was used...I'm nothing" she kept repeating.

What is happening to her? What did I do?

She began to scream and pull harder at her hair, pulling out a few strands.

Fuck! That really hurt. Shit. I'm going to have to see my hairstylist for some special treatment after this. Hope I don't get alopecia.

She screamed even more.

He held her hands, trying to stop her from causing more damage to herself.

What have I gotten myself into?

She fell to the ground dramatically.

Ethan pulled her up and carried her in his hands.

"Aiden!" he called out to one of his bodyguards.

Ursula who was downstairs in the garden house saw them as Taylor was being carried into Ethan's car.