Billionaire's passionate love

Chapter 8

Olivia’s POV

Feeling of hurt, betrayal, pain, anger, heartache was what I was feeling right now.

Right in front of my eyes, my husband was standing with a brown-haired lady in his arms, the one I found in his office with him. I knew he had made it clear that he would be having affairs even after our marriage but why to come home on our first night itself with some other girl.

I turned my face in disgust when Ethan pulled that brown-haired person in a very demanding kiss in front of my eyes. My eyes welled up with tears; I clenched my fist hard seeing my husband who just invited that brown-haired person inside the house taking her on the love sofa in the living room. I felt bile rising up in my throat just imagining what was going to happen next and true to my darkest imagination Ethan teared open the dress of brown-haired girl and started kissing her hungrily like no tomorrow forgetting my presence.

I looked at my decoration with teary eyes, which had no effect on my husband who is busy kissing a brown-haired girl. I closed my eyes to not see the scene when I heard moans and groan which tore my heart apart.

Why were you doing this Ethan? Why were you hurting me so much? What happened that you had forgotten all your morals?

My breath hitched when I heard sound of zipper being opened. Knowing what it was I quickly dashed into my room not taking this seen anymore. I tightly locked my room falling on the floor against the door with tears falling my eyes. Why my husband did this with me?

I closed my eyes in a try to forget the scene but my heart constrict whenever I hear a moan coming out from the door. So crawling on my feet, I reached near the window where the noice of their moans was nearly nil. The only noise, which I could hear, was of my sobs, which were coming uncontrollably.

“Don’t cry Olivia. You know that he will do something like this to hurt you. Please don’t cry,” I tried to console myself rubbing my stupid tears, which were flowing uncontrollably. “Remember that you should always smile and one day God will also smile toward you. So smile and forgot everything. One day Ethan will get fed up making you hurt and will start loving you.”

I consoled myself using my arms, placing my head against the window. I closed my eyes remembering our past life. How I used to love him. How he used to love me with everything? I know I had to work a little hard and I would get my old Ethan back.

**

“Leave me, I am warning you leave me,” I shouted when I felt his rough hand on my shoulder.

Fear passed my spin when he tore my top from my shoulder and his rough hands meet my skin. I cried in pain when he pressed my shoulders hard on the same place where he had given a cut previous night.

“Leave me you bastard,” I wrangled in his arms trying to push his strong body away from me.

“How can I leave you beautiful?”

I looked at him with disgust seeing how droll was dripping from his mouth.

“You are a drug to me,” saying this he started kissing my shoulder hungrily, followed by cleavage and Breast. I knew his all torture was going to leave marks on my body. I kept wrangling in his arms. Trying to push him away but he pushed his body more into mine hurting my wounds.

“Leave me,” I kept chanting hoping for someone to hear me.

“Leave me.”

**

I woke up with a jolt with sweat-drenched face. I breathed hard and hold my head using my forefinger and thumb. Again those dreams. I leaned against the window looking out in the city washed with the first ray of the sun. I never thought that by spending a day with Ethan, I would had such a dream again. I was just afraid, not willing my wounds to be opened again.

Only I knew, how badly I wanted to run to the room of Ethan wrapping my arms around him and sleep with him, sleep in his strong arms feeling secured. I remembered how my Psychiatrist had once mentioned to me that if I got someone close to me, whom I love, in whose arm I felt safe then maybe all my dreams and fear would be gone. Many a nights I had even imagined myself in arms of Ethan but now I think it’s not possible any time soon.

Knowing well that now, I would not had any sleep. I lazily walked to the washroom and looked at my face in the mirror. My eyes look puffy with large dark circle showing that I had not slept last night. My face was very pale with tear marks. Story of my hairs was no different which looked like a bird’s nest.

Shooking my head I walked toward the small shower cubicle and had a long hot shower to tear off my tiredness from last day. After shower, I came out into my room wearing a simple cotton skirt. I also had Advil to wear of my headache.

I walked in the kitchen and started preparing breakfast for two in a hope that Ethan had already thrown his one nightstand out of the house after enjoying her. I quickly search the ingredients and start preparing the breakfast. After preparing breakfast, I walked into my room laying on the bed when I heard someone coming downstairs.

I walked out of the room and smiled to Ethan who stepped down the stairs. My breath caught in throat when I noticed the hot chest of Ethan with perfect eight abs as he was only in his night shorts. As he walked closer and closer, my heart started to beat faster with a light blush creeping on my face.

“Morning,” I gulped and smiled to Ethan turning other side to distract myself from him. I start serving the breakfast when I heard a sweet yet flirty voice, which made my heart skip a beat.

I turned to find same brown-haired girl from last night sitting on lap of Ethan. A giggle escaping her lips when Ethan kissed her shoulder in front of my eyes shamelessly. I noticed how that brown-haired girl was wearing shirt of my Ethan, which broke my heart even more.

“Breakfast is ready,” I told Ethan sniffling my nose looking at couple who was kissing hungrily ignoring my presence.

Giving the couple their privacy I walked back into my room feeling my heart churning with anticipation with what my husband must be doing now with unknown woman. Can s****l desires be so needy that a person can stoop so low to hurt his own wife, to make out in front of his own wife only??

I walked out after half an hour to find Ethan and that brown-haired girl feeding each other. I looked around to find all the food, which I had prepared for breakfast nearly finished. I stood near food counter hoping for Ethan to acknowledge my presence but he did not. He just keep eating and feeding his girl. I was again about to go in my room when he spoke up.

“Give a dress to Natalia as I had tore hers last night,” he ordered.

Without turning toward him, I just nodded to him walking to my room. I selected one of my dress randomly of Natalia and walked back in kitchen and sigh to find them standing apart.

“Here the dress,” I pushed dress in front of Ethan.

“Yuck, who wore such old fashion dress,” Natalia made a yucking face. “Baby I am not going to wear such a dress,” she pouted throwing herself in arms of Ethan.

“Don’t worry sweetie, just wear it for some time then I will buy a new dress for you,” Natalia smiled and kissed Ethan on his lips, which Ethan returned. Natalia snatched the dress from my hand and walked upstairs.

I was also about to go to my room when all of the sudden Ethan hold my hand in a tight grip and pulled my body toward himself harshly. My body collides with his chest raising my heartbeat. I raised my brow and my eyes landed on his clean shaved jaw which was so close to my eyes. His intoxicated smell lingering my nose making my sense dizzy.

“What was that last night?” he gritted near my teeth.

“What?” I asked him with confusion-laced voice.

“That dress, dinner setup. Had you invited someone for romantic dinner at my house my wife? And that to behind my back?? Are we planning an affair??” his words directly attacked my heart like arrows.

I had arranged that dinner especially for him. How could he thought that I would be inviting someone as in the house? He twisted my wrist hardly making me cry in pain.

“Answer me,” he hissed near my ear.

“I had done all that for us,” I told him trying to wrangle my hand from his with flashes of my past coming in front of my eyes.

“How many time I have told you that you are my wife just for that deal?” all of the sudden he threw me against the wall. Fear gripped my heart with the sudden push. Sweat forming on my forehead.

“Just stay away from me,” he yelled. “Leave me and my home. I will also send you divorce papers soon. Just leave me. You are my wife only for paper sack otherwise; you are free to do whatever you want. So just leave and leave me alone. Don’t try to act like my bloody wife,” he kept yelling and I kept hearing him with my senses froze just thinking of my past where he also used to yell at me before raising his hand.

I kept shivering against the wall with fear of hit, which didn't come. I knew Ethan was long gone to his room, maybe now they both were having a bath together but I didn’t cared. I just knew one thing if I stay here longer than Ethan would be opening my wounds which I had sealed in my heart with so much difficulty.

“Olivia,” I heard yelling of Ethan and walked near the door with head hung low. “I am going out for a vacation. Take care of my apartment. If you want to leave then you are free,” saying this without sparing any second glance at me he left the apartment with same brown-haired girl whose name is apparently Natalia. Tears slipped my eyes seeing how close he seemed to that slut. How his hand was placed on her back passionately.

Once the door was closed tears with sobs escaped me. I tried hard to control them but they did not stopped.

What had I gotten myself into? Marrying Ethan I had thought that he would love me that I would be healing him and myself but not everything was what I had expected. Here he was slowly opening my wounds without any care and worry. Why had he become so merciless? How can he just left with Natalia for vacations when we both should be spending time together.

I tried to stand up and walk toward the kitchen when all of the sudden I felt dizzy and fall unconscious on the kitchen floor.