The Ex Wife Return

Chapter4

EMILY'S POV.

Becoming a wife to a notorious billionaire was not in any way a small feat. It was harder for me than it was for Ryan. We lived like strangers in our big mansion.

Nothing I ever did was right in Ryan's eyes. He complained about everything I did and the ones I haven't even thought of doing. Worse of everything was Samantha's incessant visits. She would come over to the mansion and be all over each other. They even almost made out on the couch but for my fake cough.

I was lying down on the couch enjoying a series when I heard a knock on the door. Who could that be? I wasn't expecting anyone.

“Hi Emily” Samantha walked in like she always did.

“Is Ryan home?”

“Ryan baby” she called out before I could even give her a response.

“Oh. It's my woman in the building”. Ryan opened his arms wide for her. She ran to him, and they hugged like that was what their life depended on.

“I missed you” they both chorused.

If there was anything I loved about their bond, it was their synchronicity. They are so perfect together. Ryan knows what and when to tell Samantha certain words. She does also. Honestly, I cannot wait for all this to be over so I can be on my own and get a real man that would love me for who I am.

A throaty moan interrupted me from my thoughts. They were at it again, kissing so hungrily. Without knowing why, I got very angry.

“Have you no shame?” I interrupted both of them.

“And how does that concern you?” Samantha charged at me with the same aura.

“I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to my husband”, I told her.

“And who the hell told you that you are my wife?” Ryan stood beside Samantha. It was two against one.

“Whether you like it or not, you wedded me. It might have been a contract, but that doesn't change how the law sees us”, I clarified, getting more angry.

“Are you jealous?” Samantha threw it at me.

“And when did you stop being a woman?” I threw a question back at her.

“I'm a woman. I have needs. This might have been all a mistake, but that doesn't give you the right to come into my home and do nasty things to Ryan. Not even in my presence, Samantha! Where is your shame?” I was talking to Samantha, but I was facing Ryan.

“I'm out of here. It's all my fault. I'm sorry Emmy”, Samantha left her expression suddenly filled with remorse and tranquility.

“Sam”

Samantha had already shut the door. I took an akimbo look as Ryan approached me.

“How dare you talk to my woman like that? Samantha wasn't wrong about you after all - you are such a hoe!”

“I see you and Samantha have been doing a lot of talking behind my back. In case you don't know, Samantha is evil!” I fired back.

“You don't know Sam more than I do” he fired back.

“Mr Ryan Harrington, one more misconduct from you and Samantha, you will be having another conference earlier than you planned” I threatened.

“You would never do that!” He said angrily, but I could tell he was fidgeting within.

“I would do that and much more. You don't ever want to mess with a quiet person, especially EMILY HARRINGTON!” The next thing that filled the atmosphere was the sound of our heavy breathing. I made to leave when I stopped on my tracks.

“I just hope it isn't too long before Samantha reveals her true self. Be careful who you trust” I shoved him away angrily and went to my room.

After the argument between Ryan, Samantha and me, the house suddenly became so peaceful. Ryan was less talkative. He complained less and sometimes didn't even bother to complain at all.

I was just stuck in this big mansion with no friends and family. Ever since the wedding, I have never heard from dad. Does he even know whether I exist?

As I was still thinking, Ryan walked in.

“Good evening”, I greeted him but he did not reply.

“Good evening Ryan” I greeted him more audibly with no reply.

“Ryan, I'm talking to you!”

“You’ve never ceased to be a disaster. Why the hell are you yelling at me? Am I your errand boy?” He questioned, frustrated at my recent frequent outbursts.

“Just respond to the greeting.” I responded.

“I'd never do that,” he answered.

“I would never wish to be in a marriage like this. I could have moved on with my life without even having to look for you. But you just placed a call to me and asked me to marry you just to save your reputation and your name”, I said, suddenly feeling rejuvenated. When I saw he was still not talking, I continued.

“You are not a real man. A man who chooses his reputation and career over his love life is not to be called a man. You should have fought for Samantha and not come here to give me an attitude like I'm only the one to blame.”

I guess I should stop now. His eyes were already darkened. I was happier because my words had hit him. When he wanted to leave, I interrupted him.

“I have a request.”

I took his silence as a go ahead.

“I'm tired of staying and sitting all alone in this house. I was thinking….”

“Start work at my company tomorrow” he left angrily.

Finally, I would leave this mansion for hours. I was in an ectastic mood when a deep craving for sharwarma hit me. Lately, I've been craving foods that I wouldn't even consider when other alternatives are not available.

I walked to the kitchen to prepare the sharwarma. I took out the sharwarma bread and proceeded to cut my cabbages and carrot. I grilled the chicken and made my mix. Soon, my wraps were looking so enticing that I salivated. Immediately I took a bite, the mayonnaise cream filled my nose, making me feel nauseated. I rushed to the toilet and emptied everything, losing my appetite. My eyes suddenly widened. I missed my period three days ago. I rushed to get the pregnancy kit.

“Two lines?” I screamed within myself.

I felt so terrified and confused. I went back to the kitchen and met Ryan eating what I made. I wanted to tell him about the pregnancy result, but I decided to keep it to myself.

“I'll protect you with all I have”, I held my stomach and walked into the kitchen.