Chapter 8: What more can one give?

“What was the meaning of that, Ethan?” Taylor V asked in a hostile voice, her fist vibrated with anger.

Ethan adjusted his tie in the mirror.

“I was having a private time with my wife”

He smirked.

He knew that what he said would drive her insane and it was exactly what he wanted.

For her to marinate in the humiliation she caused him the night he caught her with his best friend.

“Correction. Your womb donor” she responded with mockery in her voice, intended to provoke Ethan to reaction since his calmness irritated her.

“That's not what the media knows”

He sprayed his cologne on his wrists.

“Well…maybe not yet” she responded.

He raised an eyebrow and turned slowly to face Taylor V.

“What did you say?” he asked looking deep into her eyes.

“Yes, if you think you can let her have you physically as if marrying her wasn't enough, then I think the whole world deserves to know who she truly is to you and how you took advantage of her poor situation..”

“You're so funny, Taylor V…Funny and shameless…Even after everything you did to me, you still have the nerves to try to blackmail me…well, you can go head and do whatever you want to…I expect you to go on the news and tell everyone that she's just a womb donor, don't keep me waiting”

Ethan was about to walk out but she held his arm causing him to stop.

“Please, Ethan.”

“You’ll wrinkle my suit. Let go of my hand.”

“Ethan, why won't you just forgive me? I was drunk that night. Why don't you believe me?

“Were you also drunk when you texted him, sent him your nudes and told him I was nothing but a stepping stone to your career. After everything you and I…”

“No. You don't understand”

“No, I fully understand. I understand how it feels to be cheated on and betrayed …the only reason you're in this house is because of Camilla..I'd advise you to avoid me. I'd hate to do what I'd regret”

He tried to walk out again.

Taylor V made him face her.

She kissed him.

Ethan tried to push her away but she didn't let him.

She held him tight and continued kissing him till his lips and tongue responded.

His hands caressed her body and found their way to her ass.

He squeezed.

She made her hands to undo his suit but he stopped her.

He pulled her away from him, holding her by the shoulders.

“Why do you keep doing this to me? Taylor, why? Why don't you just move on?”

“Because no man can make me feel the...”

Ethan walked away before she could finish.

……………………………

Ursula and Ethan arrived at the Blackwood factory.

“Remember your lines. Remember to smile” he whispered to her.

Soon, people noticed Ethan and a crowd started to form.

Girls screaming.

“Oh my God!”

“It's Ethan!”

The press started.

“Congratulations on your wedding, Mr Ethan Blackwood”

“Thank you” Ethan responded.

Ursula cleared her throat quietly and parted her lips slightly to prevent them from sticking when she wanted to talk.

Just then, they faced her.

“Mrs Blackwood..tell us how you feel about this marriage?”

She remembered her script clearly.

She had no choice than to remember it clearly.

Ethan was squeezing her fingers behind her dress as a way of warning her not to mess up.

“I'm so happy to be able to say that I'm finally married to the love of my life, Mr Blackwood. He means everything to me and our love is like no other. He's the kindest man I know”

“How did the both of you meet?” another member of the press asked.

“We met..while we were still young”

Ethan squeezed her fingers harder.

She almost flinched.

“While you were still young but Ethan was dating Taylor V during that time”

“Umm.. I”

“Why were you absent in your own wedding picture?” a girl screamed from the cheering crowd.

“Yes tell us, why were you absent in your own wedding picture?. Some even say you looked unhappy? Is it just a coincidence or are you suffering in silence?”

“I..”. Ursula tried.

“Your make-up looks washed. Have you been crying?” another asked.

“I think we've had enough. Thank you” Ethan finally spoke.

He squeezed Ursula wrist and began to move.

She tried to maintain a smile on her face.

Ursula blocked out the flashing camera lights from entering her eyes with the back of her hand.

Ethan pulled her as he moved and squeezed amidst the press and the crowd full of girls who were swirling lingerie in the air and screaming his name.

The press followed.

Bodyguards tried to keep them away from Ethan and Ursula.

Ethan walked faster as he dragged Ursula causing her to stumble on her dress and fall to the ground.

“Get up!” he said, his voice only audible to the both of them due to the noise around.

She got up immediately seeing the irritation in his eyes.

She almost melted.

The car slammed shut.

“What was the meaning of that?! What are you? An imbecile?!” Ethan said at the top of his thundering voice.

Ursula was startled.

“I..”

“You what? Can't you act right for once? You're not the first to lose a parent? Do you know how many girls would give up their liiffeee to be with me, huh?..tell me, what makes you think you're so special, that your mom's death is so special…huh?. Fuck!”

Ursula's tears poured till the chest area of her dress was soaked.

Her lips were pursed to stop the scream that wanted to escape her mouth.

Her body vibrated like she was about to enter into a fit of convulsion.

But there was no one to calm her or hold her.

The silence after Ethan had just finished shouting at her was overbearing and awkward.

The driver. The bodyguards. Everything felt so choking.

She felt her asthma attack coming up.

She tried to say something.

But Ethan faced the tinted windows glass, his chest heaving with anger.

She couldn't hold it in anymore.

She began to gasp with her mouth open for air.

Her body shook violently.

Her hands and legs flew back and forth out of struggle.

Ethan's eye widened but his face maintained the frown.

“What's wrong with you?”

She fell from the car's seat to it's floor.

Ethan bent down and supported her head.

Her hazel eyes had rolled backwards and tears didn't stop pouring.

Ethan looked at her.

Pity.

“Should we drive to the hospital?” the driver asked.

“Yes, immediately!”