CHAPTER 2
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Tricia gulped down her saliva nervously whilst she wriggled her head, her breathing unstable, gazing at the one person she thought was long gone.
It was her sister, Grace.
How come she is here? She fled the country three years ago.
Tricia’s head spun, her hand holding onto it. What the hell is going on here?! Grace, how come you're here? Her eyes flickered between Ethan and Grace, who was less concerned about her worries.
Grace's lips suddenly curled up, and she smirked in mischief. “Missed me?” She whispered into her ear, squatting on her level.
“I-I,” Tricia stammered. “I don't understand, where the hell have you been? And what is going on, sister?”
Grace moved around her sister, her demeanor icy, enough to crush Tricia's confidence.
“It's simple, sis. I'm back to take back what's rightfully mine,” her tone laced with threat.
Grace flashed Ethan a seductive look, leaning her head on his chest.
“I have missed you, darling,” she whispered.
Ethan ran his fingers through her hair, planting a kiss on her lips, making Tricia clench her fist in anger.
“Have you no shame?” She shot daggers at them, her heart dropped, confronting the traitors.
“You want to talk about shame?” Ethan thundered, “You really want to talk about shame? You f*****g have no shame, Tricia. You forced yourself on me and tied me down with this bullshit called marriage,” he yelled. “Now, sign the damn papers.”
“Why?!” Her voice shook, tears falling from her eyes.
Grace and Ethan just dropped the biggest bombshell ever and Tricia's fragile heart shattered to a thousand pieces.
There was never a time Grace went out with Ethan, so what the hell did she miss?
“How long?” She asked, clutching her gown.
‘How long, what?” Elizabeth blatantly cut in, not giving a damn about the situation. She always derived pleasure from Tricia’s suffering. “It's over, Tricia.”
“How long?’ Tricia yelled through the lump in her throat. “How long have you been having an affair, you scumbag?”
“How dare you talk to my son that way?” Elizabeth ran her hand across her face. “You insolent brat!!!’
“Ouch!!!” Tricia fell to the ground, rubbing her aching cheek.
“Ethan, you never told me this party would be this exciting,” Elizabeth broadened her smile, patting him on the cheek.
“I wanted to surprise you,” he replied with no hint of remorse.
“Animals!!! All of you,” Tricia screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Whatever!!!!” Chloe interrupted, walking up the podium, “Just sign the damn papers. You were never welcomed into this family.”
She took the papers, and grabbed Tricia by the hair, forcing her to sign the papers.
“Look around, Tricia, everyone is against you, including your father,” she whispered. “Just sign the damn papers.’
“What are you talking about?” Tricia flinched, her voice trembling and eyes flickering around the hall. “What do you mean by my father?”
“Over there,” Chloe pointed at the crowd.
“You're lying,’ Tricia coughed.
“Well, see for yourself, Tricia,” Ethan said icyly.
When Tricia raised her gaze to meet with her father, her voice shook and tears fell off her eyes.
“Dad,” she said faintly. “What's going on?”
Mr. Smith walked up to his daughter, a saddened expression dancing on his face. “I'm sorry, Tricia. If you sign the papers, we can get the company back. You don't have a choice. Your sister made a deal and I took it. You can look at it as a way of getting your freedom.”
“What are you saying? Who would've thought that they were in love? If they were, then why did she leave?” Tricia snapped.
‘Because I had no choice,” Grace cut in. “I was too young for a commitment, and I'm ready now, so just get over it. He loves me, not you.”
‘I love Grace, not you. I have loved her ever since we were little. I never felt anything for you, and you know it. I was willing to wait for her, and you just had to jump on the opportunity to be my bride. Now that she's back, nothing is stopping me from checking for a divorce. Don't worry, I'll compensate you for the years wasted,” Ethan said, averting his gaze.
Tricia chuckled, sniffling her nose. ‘You're all pathetic.”
“That doesn't stop you from signing the papers, love,” Grace smirked.
“Tricia, please just sign the papers,” her father pleaded. “It's our only chance.”
Tricia managed to stand on her feet, wiping the tears from her eyes.
“You know what? I'll sign the damn papers. It's good it happened like this. You can all rot in hell,” she spat out in disgust.
“The nerve you have,” Grace slapped her across the face.
Tricia stood up from the ground, stomped her feet on the ground, and shot daggers at them.
That was the last straw, she said with a fierce look on her face.
“You want a divorce, right? Come get it when you can face me without these people,” she turned around and walked majestically outside the hall, leaving everyone stunned by her actions.
Tricia paced around her bedroom, fear surging through her.
What if they do something bad to her when they get back?
She packed her belongings, pacing outside the mansion, but only to meet the entire family waiting for her.
“Where do you think you're going without signing those papers?” Ethan yelled. “You have some nerves, Tricia. Now sign the damn papers.”
“I'm leaving,” she declared.
“Are you that cruel to make him suffer all his life?” Grace asked, feeling irritated. “You have no shame do you?”
‘Don't talk to me about shame, you slut,” Tricia spat out.
“How dare you?!” Grace pushed her to the ground.
Tricia groaned in pain, feeling a sharp pain sliced through her belly.
“Help!!!” she cried deeply, blood flowing from her legs.
“What the heck?!” Grace took a step back. “Don't tell me she's pregnant? I thought you had not touched her all these years?” She turned to Ethan but he looked away instead.
“Help… please,” Tricia pleaded, tears falling from her eyes.
With no one attending to her aid, she passed out slowly, her vision blurry as she completely blacked out.
Two weeks later, Tricia woke up in the hospital with nobody by her side. She groaned through gritted teeth, trying to stand up from her bed, but instantly fell into it.
“What is this?” She exhaled deeply. “Why does my head hurt?”
The door flew open, making her focus her gaze on it.
“You're finally awake,” the doctor smiled. “It's good to see you up.”
“What happened to me, doctor? And why isn't anyone with me? Who brought me here?”
“You passed out and your family brought you here but never came back.”
“What do you mean? Besides, what happened to me?” She asked.
“I'm sorry Miss Tricia. We couldn't save the baby. You were brought in late so we couldn't do anything.”
“What?!” She clutched her belly, tears welling up her eyes. “You mean I was pregnant? She sobbed deeply. I didn't even know that I was pregnant, and now it's gone.”
“Sorry for your loss,” the doctor patted her on the shoulder before leaving. “You'll be discharged soon.”
Tricia fell to the bed, her tears welled up as she wailed in pain through the lump in her throat.
“All I ever did was to love him,” she sniffled, striking her forehead. “I was such a fool. I shouldn't have loved him.”
The day went by and she was finally discharged. Tricia arrived at the mansion, her fist clenched. For three years she endured being bullied by the family she was married to, but no more. Losing her baby was the last straw.
Slamming the door against the wall, she walked straight to Ethan and slapped him across the face.
“Where is the damn paper?” She yelled into his face.
Everyone was taken aback by her sudden guts and no one dared to come close.
Ethan went straight to his study with a pen and paper and Tricia boldly signed the papers, leaving him to his thoughts.
“Goodbye you asshole,” she spat out, turning around to leave.
Tricia paced the streets in anger, not knowing which way to go. She had nothing and no one to help her.
“Really?!” She screamed, exhaling into the air. How stupid of me. “Now where do I go? This is so frustrating,” she fell to the ground, burying her face in tears.
Out of the blue, a convoy of sleek cars lined up behind her, making her fear for her life.
“What the hell?!”
She watched a group of suited men alighting from the car making her clutch her gown. As the men approached her she screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Please don't harm me. I didn't do anything. I beg of you.”
The group of suited men bowed slightly to the young woman, and they said in unison, Young mistress.
“Huh?!” Tricia took a step back, her eyes wavering around the men. “What the hell did you just call me?”
Suddenly, a man appeared from behind, bowing to her.
“It is an honor to finally meet you, Tricia. Your father awaits your return.”
“What the hell are you talking about? My father left me to die in the hospital.”
“Not Mr. Smith, I mean your real father,” he replied, leaving her bewildered. “Come with us.”
Tricia fell to the ground, her eyes widened in shock as she exhaled deeply.
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