Chapter 13: Hard time Convincing Ethan

Susan's POV

My lips keep trembling as I thought of ways to disclose the shocking news to Ethan without adding to his list of worries.

I wouldn't want to be the reason for his tears when I ought to prevent that.

The situation got messier when the female cop reminded me that we had a few minutes left.

From the look on her face, she couldn't wait to take Ethan back to the cell.

Instantly, my senses returned to normal.

I knew I needed to speak faster to avoid missing out on the golden opportunity.

The next few minutes can't be predicted in Ethan's case.

After confronting Maria in such a despicable manner, I wouldn't be surprised if she started thinking of pressing charges against Ethan.

The fact that I got her kids involved in the shit made it more complicated.

I should have known that she doesn't joke with them.

“You just heard what the cop said, didn't you? If you are not going to speak up, I advise you to leave now.

You could have at least stayed back home if you're coming here would be meaningless,” Ethan yelled at me.

The yelling pierced my heart like a dagger. He's getting tired of the silent treatment.

I'm beginning to witness my husband in a different dimension.

“Maria promised to order your release and drop all charges on the condition that you stop getting closer to her.” I took a deep pause before continuing.

“That's not all; she also intends to get a court restraining order against you,” I finally found my tongue and voiced out after several failed attempts

The anxiety forced me to speak faster as though I had a hot yam In my mouth.

“No way," she said. This is a joke, right? She can't possibly do that to me.

There must be a mix-up somewhere.” Ethan scoffed as he doubted me.

It was the shortest smile ever.

I knew it came from a place of pain.

“I wish it was a joke, Ethan. When I spoke to her about the kids, she was infuriated and claimed they aren't yours,” I buttressed.

That was the part that pushed Ethan's button.

I didn't even know when he slammed the desk in frustration.

“They're my sons.

What the fuck is she talking about?” Ethan sparked outrageously.

He sounded so sure, as though he secretly carried out a DNA test that proved that he was the Father of the triplets.

Not until when I asked Ethan if he had any proof, was the absolute decorum enclosed in him.

He suddenly lost the strength to speak.

If I was meeting him for the first time, I would have sworn that his vocal cords had been destroyed.

“Ethan, listen to me,”

I held his hands closer to mine.

“Accept the restraining order for your freedom. The company needs you. People are beginning to spread rumours about you.

You should know better that this isn't cool for the company,” I advised him. But it seemed like the advice fell on deaf ears.

I watched Ethan stand up even when we still had a few minutes left to settle the scores.

“Tell Maria to kiss my ass. I won't bend to her wish.

I will find a way to sort this out with my lawyer,” Ethan notified me.

I tried to make him see the reasons why Maria's suggestion was the perfect solution, and he neglected me.

He left me stunned and asked questions. I can't fathom his height of negligence.

I wasn't the one who got arrested, but I still feel more remorseful than him.

Shortly after Ethan's departure, the female cop walked up to me and asked me to leave.

From the way she stared at me during my discussion with Ethan, I could tell that she's been waiting for the perfect moment to walk me out like a piece of shit.

I just suffered my second humiliation for the second time in less than five minutes.

Firstly, it was from Ethan who I least expected. And now, it's from the annoying female cop which I envisaged.

With my face drowning in the pool of shame, I walked majestically to my car. Immediately I got inside, my phone rang.

At first, I ignored it because I never thought it was necessary.

With a troubled heart, a telephone conversation was the last thing I wanted to engage myself in.

I wasn't even bothered if it was a potential client on the line.

How can I hold on to a spirited conversation when I'm not in the right frame of mind?

After the second time, I got furious and was compelled to check the caller.

Behold, it turned out to be Paul, Ethan's cousin.

My heart skipped a thousand times. I had a feeling that he might have found out about his cousin's arrest.

I braced up and let out a deep sigh while trying to stay calm.

I wouldn't want to put up a disappointing performance over the phone.

“Hi, Paul.

Sorry, I missed your call. I was sleeping,” I lied.

I spoke in a soft tone and yawned just to convince Paul that I was telling the truth.

I figured that was the only way to get rid of him over the phone.

All hell will let loose if he finds out about Ethan's arrest.

“Is it true?”

That was the first thing on his lips.

He wasn't bothered about my apology for not answering the phone at the first attempt.

“What's true?” I asked, trying to pretend like I didn't know what he was talking about.

I would rather not be too forward. I wanted him to do the talking.

“Come on, Suzy.

You're going to pretend like you are not aware of Ethan's arrest?” Paul dropped the bombshell.

How he found out about it wasn't known to me.

This was precisely what I avoided when I pleaded with Ethan to accept Maria's ridiculous condition.

Too bad he didn't pay attention to me.

We wouldn't have found ourselves in this pathetic situation when I warned him not to confront Maria at the award ceremony.