Mr Ford’s Wife

Heated Arguments

Meanwhile, Elena locked her door and took several deep breaths. Slowly, she let her body slide down until she was leaning against the door. “What is happening? How is he even at the party? How does he know?” she muttered to herself. Questions swirled in her mind, overwhelming her with their weight. Elena held her head, feeling as though the flood of unanswered questions was too heavy for her to bear.

“How did I get into this mess?” she whispered as tears began streaming down her face. “I pray he doesn’t tell them about our marriage,” Elena sobbed, recalling the hateful and angry looks her father, his wife, and Jane had given her. She didn’t need anyone to tell her she was in serious trouble. The realization sank in—she had a lot of explaining to do, and she didn’t know where to start.

But none of it was her fault. She had no idea Ford was one of the suitors. From the looks of it, he was clearly the one Jane hoped to be with. “That means he’s the first son and the most influential,” Elena murmured to herself, the weight of the revelation pressing on her mind.

She was still lost in her thoughts when her phone began to ring. Fear crept into her as she hesitated to check who was calling. The ringing persisted, refusing to be ignored. After much deliberation, she finally glanced at the screen and saw it was Ford.

Her instincts screamed to distance herself from him. She wanted nothing to do with Ford. Yet, deep down, she knew she needed answers. What was happening? Was this all a coincidence, or had Ford orchestrated everything? The questions gnawed at her, demanding an explanation.

Answering the call, Elena’s voice trembled as she demanded, “What do you want from me? Haven’t you ruined my life enough?”

Ford, sounding genuinely confused, responded, “What do you mean? Let’s meet up and talk.”

“Please, Mr. Ford,” Elena snapped, her frustration spilling over. “Leave me the heck alone! Stay far away from me!”

“You actually need to calm down,” Ford replied, his tone firm yet calm. “If you won’t come to me, I’ll come to you. In fact, I’m already outside your father’s compound.”

“What? Outside my father’s house?” Elena shot to her feet, her heart racing as if it might leap out of her chest. The sheer shock of his words made her feel like her soul had momentarily left her body.

Elena darted out of her room, rushing down the staircase, hoping and praying her step-parents weren’t nearby. If they saw her, it would cause a major problem.

Once outside the gate, she stopped abruptly, shocked to see a new vehicle parked nearby. Brushing her already disheveled hair with her fingers, she turned around, scanning her left and right for any sign of movement or another car approaching—but there was nothing.

“Damn it! He tricked me,” she muttered under her breath. Gradually, the aftermath of her hurried escape began to take a toll on her. Fatigue and exhaustion crept over her, making it harder to stand upright.

Just as she decided to return to her room, her phone rang. Glancing at the screen, she saw the caller ID: Ford. With a deep sigh, she answered.

“Hey, baby girl. Did I keep you waiting?” Ford’s calm, masculine voice carried through the phone, his tone laced with amusement.

Before Elena could reply, the sound of a vehicle pulling up behind her caught her attention. She turned to see none other than Ford Lugard, the son of John Lugard, one of the most highly respected men in the state, stepping out of the car with his trademark smile plastered on his face.

Lowering the phone, Elena felt a wave of irritation rise within her. At that moment, she wanted to lash out at him, to curse him for toying with her emotions. But the innocent and amused smile on Ford’s face was enough to soften her anger, even though she fought to keep her composure.

Rubbing her temples in an attempt to alleviate the throbbing headache caused by stress and fatigue, she glared at him.

Folding her arms, she said nothing, waiting for him to speak. Ford, still smiling, gently gestured toward the car. “Get in. Let’s talk,” he requested calmly.

“And why should I?” Elena snapped, her voice rising in frustration. “Why don’t you get down yourself and come here?” Her anger grew with every word, her irritation fueled by the exhaustion that had already drained her energy.

Ford gave a smirk, unable to hide his admiration for how bold and daring she was. Stepping out of his car with a confident stride, he positioned himself in front of her.

Standing tall, he looked down at her frowning face, the sharp contrast between his composed demeanor and her fiery glare only making the moment more intense. “I’m down,” he said calmly, meeting her gaze. “Now, let’s talk. Why did you—” Ford’s sentence was cut short as Elena interrupted him.

“Yes, let’s talk, Mr. Ford,” she snapped, her voice sharp with frustration. “Why would you act like you didn’t know me when all along you knew my parents? You and your family were the so-called in-laws my dad was forcing me to meet this whole time!?”

Her words dripped with anger, her voice trembling slightly as she confronted him.

Ford’s brows furrowed as he quickly responded, his tone firm yet defensive. “What do you mean? I never knew you. I only found out who you were at the party. That’s when everything clicked,” he said, his eyes locked on hers, trying to make her believe him.

“You liar!” she spat back, her voice rising. “It was all your plan, wasn’t it? To deceive me into marrying you? Why can’t you and your family just leave me the hell alone?”

Ford’s expression shifted as he noticed the cracks forming in her tough exterior. Her anger was real, but beneath it, he could see the pain. Her voice quivered slightly, and she hadn’t even realized that tears were now streaming down her cheeks, betraying the depth of her hurt.