The Ex Wife Return

Chapter2

EMILY'S POV.

It's so funny how I can't recollect how my night transpired between me and this pair of green eyes.

“What the hell did you do to me?” I screamed at him, hitting him hard on his bare chest.

“I don't know what is going on here, neither do I know who you are!” He shouted back, ruffling his hair in frustration.

Immediately, my eyes were filled with tears. I had always imagined my first night as a real woman to be something I could always recall in a loving way. But here I was, finding it hard to even recall how I ended up here.

“I know I'm handsome, but that does not give you the liberty to be cheap. You don't just throw yourselves on men just because they are wealthy!” He chastised me angrily, his veins already overly conspicuous.

“I would have you not talk to me that way! I don't know how this happened” my once harsh voice suddenly cracked.

The man stared at me unbelievably, trying to even comprehend whatever was happening.

“Rather than put all the blame on me, it would be better if you tried to ask yourself what you are also doing here”, I told him, feeling uncomfortable at the fact that I was naked.

He noticed my awkwardness and went to the door. I quickly ran to the bathroom, not having the mind to take a second look at all my underwear that were all on the floor flown across each corner of the room in a way that suggested s****l ecstasy.

I took my bath freely, not without thinking about how I was going to clear this whole mess. I had taken a pair of shorts and t-shirt with me to the bathroom. No way I'm dressing in front of a stranger, especially not one with an exceptionally appealing green eyes.

“Where the hell are you?” I heard a bang on the door.

“I'm coming” I shouted back.

I came out and met a pair of green eyes with fire. He grabbed me by the collar of the t-shirt, his grip almost chocking.

“You are such a disaster!” He screamed at my face, suddenly letting go of me. I fell down to the ground feeling more dejected than pain. He immediately went over to his phone and I saw his hair darkened.

“Mother, please receive my soul”, I quickly muttered a silent prayer as he charged towards me. He handed his phone over to me and I collected it, my hands shaking like I was struck with epilepsy.

My eyes nearly made their way out of its sockets as I read the headlines. I looked more carefully at the headlines before I stared at Mr green eyes. Lol and behold! He's Samantha's boyfriend! The one and only notorious billionaire in New York City.

“Ryan Harrington?” I said more to myself than to him.

“We need to leave this hotel immediately”, he walked out on me.

Immediately we opened the door, we saw just what Ryan had been trying to avoid.

“Mr Ryan please tell us. Is she your girlfriend?” A reporter came forward.

“Mr Ryan who is the young lady to you?” Another asked.

“Does this mean that you are no longer dating Miss Samantha?”

“Bunch of losers!” Ryan cursed, leading me to his car. He angrily dropped me off at my house and zoomed off angrily. This was a huge scandal for his reputation. I was still concerned about Ryan's predicament when I met Samantha's angry face.

“How dare you hoe?” She slapped me hard and gave way to tears. I suddenly became dumb. I could not even speak. What was I going to say to defend myself?

“I know you wouldn't believe me, but it was all a mistake. I don't know what came over me yesterday at the party after taking a drink. I just woke up this morning and saw myself on the bed. Initially, I didn't recognize him, but after seeing the headlines I knew how f****d up the entire plot was. I'm sorry”, I explained, and begged Samantha who was already crying.

“I swear on my mother's grave, I would do no such thing to you”, I went on my knees holding the hem of her skirt.

“Don't you dare involve my late wife in this” dad shouted at me.

“How could you do this to me? You've never failed to be a disappointment and disgrace to me. Your mother was never a hoe” he shouted angrily, making me cry the more.

I couldn't even utter any statement. Even when I tried, the pain in my chest and hiccups didn't permit a statement. Samantha kicked me and ran to the stairs.

“Samantha wait!” I ran after her, but she had already locked the door to her room. I laid down there whimpering and begging her to open the door. The headline was a juicy one and sure would be a hot topic for many television shows.

Dad approached me again.

“Why did you do that?” I've never seen dad that pale. I was too weak to even stand up, let alone give an explanation to something that was still a mystery to me.

“How could you do this to me? To us? To the company? Is this how you could repay Samantha? Sleeping with her boyfriend?”

I was immediately filled with rage.

“Is that all you ever think of? Your company and Samantha?” I replied with a question.

“You would not talk to me like that young lady!”

“Oh, Mr Donavan I would talk to you that way and much more! Ever since Mum left us, you never cared for me. All you cared about was Samantha! Did I even cross your mind? Samantha this! Samantha!” I screamed at his face, anticipating a hiccup.

“I am affected by this just as Samantha is also. I was deflowered against my will and I don't have an iota of recollection” my tears flowed in streams. Dad's expression softened, and I saw that as a good moment to walk out on him.

I just laid on my bed and screamed my lungs on my pillow, slowly drifting to dreamland. I woke up the next day still feeling depressed and tired. I walked down the stairs to get a cup of hot coffee to my soul. Just then, the line rung.

“Hello, is that Emily Donovan?”

“Yes I am”

“This is Ryan Harrington”

My heart skipped.

“Let's get married”