Chapter 89

Chapter 89
"What did you just call me?" 

"You heard me, bitch. Husband thief." She repeated. 

I gave her a stinging slap. 

"Ah!" She whimpered, holding her cheek. 

I scowled at her as she threw me a glare. 

"How dare you?!" She yelled, raising her hand to hit me but Ernest rushed in between us and held her hand, stopping her. 

I took a step back. 

"Stop this nonsense!" He yelled at her. 

"Let go," she said, snatching her hand from his hold.

"What is wrong with you? Why are you here?" He asked her. 

"What do you mean why am I here? Didn't you see what she did to me? She put her hands on me" she almost cried. 

I smirked at her. 

"You are supposed to be asking her that stupid question. Why are you here, fuckin bitch?!" She yelled at me. 

I approached her. "Who are you calling a bitch, you dumb tramp?!" 

"Hey, stop, please." Ernest said to me, blocking my way. 

"Didn't you hear what she just called me?" I asked. 

"I did. Calm down and let me settle this." He said. 

I scoffed as he turned to her. 

"Settle what, huh? The only thing you have to settle is get that thing out of our house!" She yelled, pointing at me. 

I scoffed, folding my hands. 

"You shouldn't be here, Darlyn." Ernest said to her. 

She scoffed in disbelief. "I shouldn't be here? This is my husband's house. She is the fucking stranger here! Get out of our house, homewrecker!" She yelled at me. 

I let out a chuckle. 

"Darlyn!" 

"Get out, right now!" She yelled angrily, trying to get past Ernest who is trying to block her from me. 

"Stop this shit, Darlyn! What is wrong with you?! Have you gone mad?!" He yelled at her, making her look at him with pain in her eyes. 

"Ernest," she called. 

"You shouldn't be here!" He yelled at her. 

She furrowed her brows at him.

He is scowling at her. 

"Look, if this dumb tramp is staying here then I am taking my kids back with me." I said, making steps away. 

"No, no, Kimberly, wait." He said, rushing towards me and held me back. 

"Let go of me!" I snapped, releasing myself from his hold. 

He clasped his hands together as I folded my arms and look away. 

"Please, allow me settle this." He begged. 

I looked at him. "That tramp is a monster to kids. I can't leave my kids here with her. That's not going to happen." 

"I get you. She is leaving right now." He said. 

"Like hell will I. I am not going anywhere!" Darlyn yelled. 

Ernest walked towards her. "Get the fuck out of my house, Darlyn." Ernest snarled. 

"No! She is the one leaving. Her and her brats!" 

My blood boiled in anger. "Get your dumb wife, Ernest. Or I will break her face." 

"Fuck you!" Darlyn spat. 

I scoffed. 

"You think you can steal my husband away from me with your fucking brats, huh?" 

"Darlyn," Ernest snarled. 

"Can't you see what she is doing? She is lying to you. Those brats are not yours. She just wants to tear us apart." 

God, I am going to kill someone if she continue calling my kids brats.

"You can't let her succeed!" She yelled. 

"Call my kids brats one more time and I will forget that you are a woman and punch your in the face." Ernest snarled. 

Her face twitched. 

I placed my hand on hip, staring at them. 

"What?" 

"He said, call his kids, brats one more time and he will break your face like I plan to do as well." I said, making her clench her jaw at me. 

She looked back at Ernest. 

"Leave my house, right now." Ernest ordered. 

"What has gotten into you? Why are you like this towards me? What has that bitch done to you?!" She cried. 

I raised my brows. 

"We are divorced, Darlyn. It is over between us. Get that into your thick skull and move the fuck on." He said. 

"I have not signed any papers. And I will not sign them. Never. You are mine, Ernest. Mine!" 

I scoffed in disbelief. 

"What the fuck is your problem, huh? You cheated on me with my best friend." Ernest said. 

"I didn't mean to. I wasn't thinking. I am sorry, please." She begged. 

"Shut the fuck up. Your infidelity has ruined this marriage." He said, making me roll my eyes. 

"Oh, please, you cheated on her too." I chipped in, flipping my hair proudly. 

"What?" Darlyn asked. 

"Kimberly, you are not helping." Ernest said. 

I rolled my eyes. 

"What is she talking about?" She asked. 

"Tell her, Ernest. Tell her how you kissed me behind her back." I said.

Darlyn's face twitched. 

I smirked at her. "Not once or twice, Darlyn. He would follow me all the time to get an alone time with me. And he finger fucked me at the company as well." 

"And I don't regret it!" He yelled at me. 

My heart reacted. 

Darlyn let out a breathless scoff of disbelief.

"I don't regret every single kiss or making you cum, Kimberly. I would do it over and over again. Even right now!" He said, looking right at me. 

I felt the familiar feeling in between my legs. 

"You jerk!" Darlyn yelled, pushing him.

"How could you do this to me?!" She yelled. 

"Sign the damn papers already." Ernest said. 

"I will not! I will not sign any stupid papers. I will not let that bitch and her brats have you. Never!" She yelled. 

"Okay, I am breaking your face, dumb tramp." I said, walking towards her but Ernest held me back. 

"Get out of our house, you slut!" She yelled. 

"You are the slut here, Darlyn. A dumb one!" I yelled, as Ernest kept blocking my way. 

"Martha!" He called. 

"Homewrecker!" Darlyn yelled. 

"Stupid model!" 

"Fashion disaster!" 

I chuckled. "Worn out celebrity!"

"Sir," I heard Martha's voice. 

"Call the security." Ernest said. 

"Get your brats out of our house!" Darlyn yelled. 

"You are the brat, Darlyn. A fucking dumb one!" 

"Ernest can never be yours! He is mine!" She said. 

"Oh yeah? You can have him. Both of you deserve each other." I said. 

"Get this bitch out of my house." Ernest said to the security man walking towards us. 

"Ernest, what are you...." Darlyn trailed off as the security man grabbed her arm. 

"Let go of me. Let go of me, you bastard!" She struggled in the man's hold. 

"Kick her out! Make sure she doesn't get in ever again!" Ernest ordered. 

"I will get you, Kimberly. You and your brats! You will pay for this!" She yelled as the man took her out of the house. 

My blood boiled in anger. 

Ernest turned to me. 

"Are you okay?" He asked, placing his hands on my arms. 

I moved his hands away. 

"Get your filthy hands off me." I snapped, walking away angrily and headed towards the kitchen. 

"Kimberly," he called but I didn't respond. I walked into the kitchen and headed towards the spot where glass cups are kept. 

I reached to take out one glass but it fell off and shattered on the floor.

I let out a breath as I leaned down to pick the pieces up. 

I got a cut on my index finger instantly, making me wince. 

Urgh! Damn you, Darlyn. 

Dumb tramp!

I winced as blood filled my fingers. 

"Oh fuck." I heard Ernest's voice. 

I turned away from him, looking around for something to stop the blood. I heard him moving things around. 

"Let me see," he said. 

"Go away." I said, moving away from him. 

"Can you stop being stubborn and let me see the cut?" 

I scoffed, turning to him. He has a first aid box on the island. 

"I am being stubborn? I am not the one who turned your wife into a lunatic." 

"She is not my wife." 

"Oh please." I said, looking away.

"Your finger is really bleeding." He said.

I looked at it. More blood are coming out. 

He walked towards me and held my wrist gently. 

I felt goosebumps.

He moved me closer to the Island and took out a wool from the box. He applied a liquid on it and placed the wool on my cut. 

The pain washed me, making me wince. 

"Sorry," he said. 

I looked at him. He is focused on my finger. 

His scent is intoxicating and his breathtaking nature can't stop pressuring me. 

He looked at me, making my heart pick up. 

I dropped my gaze. 

"You shouldn't have picked the shattered glass." He said. 

I scoffed. "This is all your fault. You and your dumb wife. You both deserve each other!" 

He heaved a sigh as he continue treating my cut. 

"You let her hit me." 

He scoffed in disbelief. "You were the one that hit her. Have you forgotten?" 

I scoffed. 

"I actually stopped her from hitting you." 

"She hit me first, Ernest." 

He furrowed his brows. 

"Back at the company, remember?" I asked. 

He heaved a sigh. 

"She hit me because I spilled her drink on her. And she pushed me." 

He focused on my cut. 

"And oh, do you remember the night I cooked for your in-laws? She hit me and lied that I slapped her. You, her beloved lover, believed her." I said, recalling that night. 

He is still focused on my finger. 

"You called me a liar. You called me a liar and pushed me like I am some trash!"

He looked at me. 

I am looking at him too. 

"Will you ever forgive me?" He asked. 

"Never." I snarled. 

He stared at me for a while. 

I looked away from him as my heart raced. 

He reached for a tiny bandage and worked on my cut. I stared at him as he dressed it.

He seems to know what he is doing. 

My eyes rested on his hair. I remember how soft and fluffy it is. 

I remember running my fingers through it whenever we kiss and when he is.....

Cut it out, Kim. 

"I am taking the kids with me." I said, making him look at me. 

"Kimberly....." 

"I can't afford to have them around that stupid wife of yours."

"She is not coming back, I promise you." 

"Well I don't believe you. She is bad with kids. She literally hates them. I can't let anyone maltreat my kids." 

He nodded. "Why don't you spend the night and see for yourself that she is not coming back here?" 

I scoffed. "I am not going to spend the night in your stupid house." 

"That's the only way you can be sure that Darlyn is not coming back." He said.

I looked away from him. 

"Your fiance can wait, right?" 

I looked at him. 

"I mean, he is not more important than our kids. Or is he?" 

"Cut the manipulation, Ernest. It doesn't suit you." 

He nodded. "Okay." 

I looked away. 

"Why don't you forget about him?" He asked, making me look at him. 

"Excuse me?" 

"Forget about Robert and stay here with me." He said, making my heart react. 

I scoffed. 

"Our kids needs us. And we need them. We can be a very big happy family." 

I withdrew my finger from his hold. 

"In your dreams, Ernest White." I said.

He stared at me. 

"That will never happen. And I am not leaving Robert. I love him." 

He stared at me for a while. "That's a lie." 

I scoffed. "Seriously?" 

"He is not the one you love." 

"Oh really? Who do you think I love then? You?" 

He didn't respond but stared at me. 

"Reduce the ego, Mr White. You are nothing to me. You hear me? Nothing." I said, turning away and walked out of the kitchen. 

I heard my kids' voices and I followed it. I climbed the stairs and got to a place I think to be another living room. 

I saw my kids watching cartoons with Isabel. I stood at the entrance door, staring at them. 

Their eyes are glued to the big television. 

They are very excited to be here. They love Ernest already and taking them away from him will make them hate me. 

But I can't afford Darlyn coming in here and maltreating them. No. 

"Mum!" Emma called, noticing my presence and claiming Ryan and Isabel's attention. 

I smiled at them. 

"Dad!" Ryan called, making my heart pick up. 

"Hey, Champ." I heard Ernest's voice from behind me and I felt his close presence. 

"We are watching cartoons." Emma said. 

"That's good." Ernest said. 

Sighing, I turned to leave but bumped into his chest. 

My heart raced. I looked at him. He is looking at me. 

I moved to the other side and walked away. 

"Kimberly," he called, following me behind. 

I stopped and turned to him.

"What? What do you want?" I snapped. 

"Are you going to spend the night?" He asked. 

I moved the strand of my hair behind my ear, looking away. 

"The kids will be very excited." He said. 

I scowled at him. 

His smile fell. 

"I am only staying because I don't want that tramp maltreating my kids." 

"That's not going to happen. They are my kids too. I will not let anyone maltreat them." He said. 

I rolled my eyes. 

"But you have to stay and see that I am not messing with you." 

"Dad!" Ryan called. "Dad, come and see this!" 

"Coming!" He said loudly and looked at me. 

"Martha will get you settled in one of the guest rooms." He said, walking back to the kids.

Yeah whatever. 



"Is there anything else you want me to do for you, ma'am?" Martha asked as I sat on the bed in the guest room. 

"No. I am fine. And what did I say about calling me that? My name is Kimberly." 

She smiled. "I am sorry. It's just that you are the boss'...." 

"Nothing, Martha. I am nothing to him." I retorted. 

"You are the mother of his children, ma'am." She said. 

I heaved a sigh. 

"I can't help but give you same respect." She said. 

I hummed. 

"Excuse me," she said, heading out. 

I laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling. 

"So much for going to visit Robert today. It has to be tomorrow." 

I heaved a sigh. 

"I don't regret making you cum. I will do it over and over again! Even right now." 

I felt tingles in-between my legs instantly. God, what is wrong with me? 

"Forget Robert and stay here with me." 

I scoffed. "The nerve of him." 

I shook my head in disbelief. 

"Yay! Pool!" I heard my kids voice and the sound of water. 

I got on my feet and walked towards the windows. 

I saw all three of them in the pool. Ernest is shirtless, so is Ryan but Emma has her swim suit on. 

Wow. Fun dad, huh? 

He wants to win their heart completely and there will nothing left for me. 

No way. I am not going to let him. 

I am going swimming too. 

I walked towards the closet and opened it. 

There are a few clothes here. I searched for anything suitable for swimming. 

I spotted a red bikini. 

Hmm. 

Nice.