Moriah was surprised to see Ethan was having breakfast in the dining room when she came down after getting ready for her duty in the hospital.
‘Didn’t he leave the house last night? When did he come back?’ She asked herself while she sat.They had their breakfast in complete silence, ignoring each other’s presence.Moriah's phone rang when she was just leaving the dining room. She pulled her phone and responded to the call immediately."Denver, is anything wrong?" she said.“We need you here right now, there was a road accident and many victims needed an urgent surgery and we lack doctors,” Denver was panting when he spoke from the other end of the line.“Alright, I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” she put her phone in her bag and walked out of the mansion in such a haste that she didn't notice the servant greeting her.Opening her car door, she felt a hand hold her wrist. She turned with a tinge of annoyance in her face.“What do you want? I’m in a hurry and need to perform a surgery," she said to Ethan with a frown and extricated her arm from his hold."I'll give you a ride to the hospital," he said, dragging her to his car."No, thank you, I can get there," she refused and withdrew her hand. She just can’t stomach him touching her.“With your car, you can’t reach the hospital in twenty minutes. If you want to help the victims, then let me drive you to the hospital,” he pulled her again toward his car.Moriah let him be as she didn't want to have a tug of war and that she was in a hurry.They boarded Ethan’s sports car and effortlessly Ethan drove his car."From this point on, you're not going to drive your car. You’ll use one of my cars and a chauffeur will drive for you wherever you go,” Ethan bossily said while his eyes were focused on the road.“No need,” Moriah refused him mercilessly.Though her car wasn’t that expensive, it was still quite okay and functions well.Ethan held the steering wheel tightly so that his knuckles turned white, he spoke coldly, “Your work requires you to arrive as quickly as possible whenever there’s an emergency and you need a fast and efficient car. And a chauffeur will be helpful for you too. That’s final,” he said high handedly, and she sneered in his autocratic statement.“Alright,” she agreed just to stop the argument.She knew better than to let this argument unsettle her. She needs a clear mind to be able to perform a surgery.“Call me when you’re going home and I’ll pick you up,” Ethan said when they were at the hospital entrance.“I don’t have your phone number,” she answered and got out of the car.Ethan watched her dart to the hospital. His wife didn’t even bother to get his phone number.It seems that his wife’s hatred towards him was deep in the bones. His face darkened at the thought of her deep hatred for him.“You're fast,” Denver said when she saw Moriah, it only took her nearly twenty minutes to reach the hospital.She grunted her reply and went to wash her hands. “What’s the patient's condition?”“Fractured arm and legs and a dislocated bone,” Denver said.They both went into the operating theater and started to do the surgery after looking at the x-ray result.After an hour and half the surgery was finished and Moriah went to her office. Patients already lined up for their check up.“Dr. Chen, what time am I going to call the patient in?” She knew that Moriah had been to the operating theater and done a surgery and that she needed some rest.“We can start now,” they were already sick and she didn’t have the heart to make them wait.She grew up seeing her parents' kind heartedness and admired them for it.Hence, she also developed a kind heart.It was almost 2pm when her last patient left her office. Her door flung open, Cindy came in with a grin.“Let's have lunch together,” her ears were itching to hear about Moriah’s marriage with her sworn enemy. Moriah sent her a message that Ethan had arrived.“Alright,” she took her bag.“Let’s go,” Cindy said excitedly.“Dr. Westland, you have a patient,” a nurse announced while they were walking in the lobby, halting their steps.Moriah couldn’t help but chuckle seeing the annoyed look on her friend's face.“I’ll check on my patient quickly. Surely, the other general practitioners are out. Come with me to my office,” she pulled Moriah’s hand and they went to her office.“I’m excited to hear from you about your jerk of a husband,” she told Moriah while they entered her office.Moriah chuckled and said, “You’re really my best friend, hating my husband’s gut as well.”Moriah almost jumped when the man turned his face toward her, but recomposed herself at once.She looked at him coldly and Hazel, then sat on the couch. She picked up a magazine and read it.Cindy sneered and chuckled with mockery in her eyes. She looked at Ethan and Hazel and said, “What happened?”“Doctor, I feel nauseous and dizzy,” Hazel answered.Moriah’s hand froze and wasn’t able to turn the page for a while.What she heard made her inexplicably unsettled.“When was your last period? And did you have sex after your period,” Cindy spoke coldly, she was hurt for her best friend.She wanted to strangle Ethan and Hazel right there and then.“5 weeks ago,” Hazel answered, her face suffused with color.“Did you have sex after that?” The irritation in Cindy’s voice was beginning to manifest. And her eyes crossed Ethan.She sneered seeing him looking innocent. There’s no trace of guilt on his face.Moriah didn’t dare to look at them, she pretended to be busy reading the magazine.But she couldn’t understand a single thing about what she was reading as her ears were attuned to their conversation.“Yes,” Hazel answered softly and bowed her head.“Why are you ashamed? Sexual contact with your husband is a normal thing. Unless he isn’t your husband,” Cindy couldn’t hide the mockery in her tone no matter how hard she concealed it.She took Hazel inside to check on her. Moriah and Ethan were left in the office.The place was shrouded with a thick silence as no one took the initiative to speak.After a while Hazel and Cindy emerge from the room.“A nurse will collect your blood and urine sample, you can come back tomorrow for the result,” Cindy spoke blandly, devoid of warmth which was opposite to the warm doctor she was.Just like Moriah, Cindy has always been kind to her patients.However, she felt sorry for her best friend being betrayed by her husband. All she could feel was anger.“Can we wait for it?” It was Ethan who spoke.Moriah felt uncomfortable to hear Ethan’s voice.There were myriads of emotion swimming in her chest. She can’t determine or give a name to the emotions that filled her heart.“I’m sorry, Mr…?” Cindy pretended not to know Ethan."Ethan Miller," Ethan got along, pretending that they were not acquainted.“Mr. Miller, I was supposed to have lunch with my friend Dr. Chen when I was called to check on your wife?” Cindy raised one of her eyebrows and continued, “You can come back tomorrow,” she said dismissively, she doesn’t care if he is the high and mighty Ethan Miller.Ethan was about to reply, but someone came in.Moriah looked at the man who came and smiled at him.“Hey, what are you doing here?” Moriah asked while she put down the magazine back on the magazine rack beside the coffee table.“I came to check on you in your office and your secretary told me you're with Dr. Westland. And I found out that she has a patient so I ordered both of you your lunch. I ordered your favorite,” Denver placed the box in front of Moriah.Ethan watched his wife smile brightly at Denver while saying thank you.He was mad. She didn’t even say thank you nor smiled at him when he drove her to the hospital.“Hey, you're always biased, you didn’t forget Moriah’s favorite and never remembered my favorite,” Cindy pouted her lips.“Of course, Moriah is my favorite person in the world,” Denver said half jokingly, his eyes looking tenderly at Moriah.Ethan emanated a cold aura that made Hazel shudder. She followed Ethan’s line of gaze and found out that he was staring at Denver and Moriah.Hazel remembered seeing Moriah at the cafe yesterday.“Isn’t she the woman we saw in the cafe yesterday? Are you sure you don’t know her? ” She was doubting Ethan as he was looking at Moriah intently.“Yes,” Ethan answered icily.“She is really something, she’s got a drop dead gorgeous husband and a child and now a handsome doctor is flirting with her,” she remarked with a sneer.Cindy heard her comment and replied, “My friend is a noble woman, she doesn't flirt with men especially with a married man.”“Mr. Miller, excuse me. We are going to have lunch. You can take your wife out first,” she checked her watch and continued, “You come back after two hours, we’ll have our lunch first.”Ethan stood up, his gaze trained at Moriah for an unknown time before he spoke. "Let's go."He left the room with Hazel hot on his heels.Cindy huffed while her eyes followed Ethan and Hazel’s departing figure. After that, she looked at Moriah, her harsh expression softened when her gaze settled upon Moriah. “Are you okay?” she sat beside her and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Yeah, I’m fine,” Moriah chuckled, she wouldn't allow herself to be ruffled by what had just transpired. She told herself at the onset not to expect anything good from Ethan since he was her sworn enemy. Denver was puzzled to see that Cindy gave Moriah a sympathetic gaze, thus he couldn’t hold back and asked with worry, “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, let’s eat. I’m starving to death,” Moriah said and began digging in. Denver started digging and asked no further, lest Moriah might think he was sticking his nose in her stuff. While eating Moriah was lost in her thoughts. She was wondering what her father saw in Ethan that he was willing to marry her to him. Her father once told her that he wasn’t a person who would compromise her happiness. Did
A knock on the door took Moriah back to the present time. She sighed before telling the person to come in. Her heart almost jumped out of her chest, seeing Ethan come in. "What are you doing here?" coldness seeped through her voice. She stood up and looked at the files behind her desk so she could turn her back on him. The sight of her husband disgusted her and she can't bear to look at him. "Picking you up," Ethan said casually as if it was their usual routine. Her hands froze momentarily and continued to search. "I have somewhere else to go, you can go back first," she said, still pretending to look for a file. Moriah finds it revolting that after he went with his lover for a check up and the possibility that his lover was pregnant. Disgust churned inside her and felt like throwing up any minute. Does he think that she is a cheap woman and begging him to throw her a little time? There might not be love in their marriage, but she wanted respect. She can't accept the fact tha
Hazel's face was like a beetroot while Ethan gave off a distant and dangerous aura. Considering Cindy to be Moriah's best friend, Ethan swallowed his anger. He couldn't do anything to Moriah's best friend. "Let's go," Ethan turned and walked to the counter. Hazel proceeded in haste. The moment the dress was paid for, they left the shop. "Why did he marry you to begin with, if he wasn't serious with your marriage?" Cindy asked with a huff while they were dining after they were done shopping. "He married me just to torture me. Remember that he loathes me as much as I do," Moriah said and sipped her fruit juice. "Yeah, you're right," Cindy said while nodding her head in agreement. "But I won't give him the satisfaction, that's why I don't get hurt when I see him with his lover," Moriah said while twirling the straw in her fruit juice. "Are you sure you don't mind seeing him with his lover?" Cindy's eyebrows were wiggling, her tone was teasing. "I don't love him, so I don't feel j
Fiona knocked at the door and entered when she heard Moriah give her permission to enter. Hearing the assent, Fiona went in and found Moriah sitting on the couch reading a book. "Moriah, dear," Fiona called out to her. Moriah turned towards the owner of the voice and put down the book on the coffee table. Moriah smiled. "Mom, do you need something?" "I want to go shopping, can you come along?" asked Fiona with puppy eyes. Seeing her imploring eyes, Moriah can't say no to her mother in law. "Mom, give me a bit of time to get ready," she headed to the closet to change. She undressed facing the mirror. She gasped upon seeing numerous hickeys on her chest, the valley between her breasts. Moriah gritted her teeth seeing her reflection, her fury burned all the more. She needed to buy a night gown for tonight's black tie event as the concealer couldn't hide the marks Ethan left on her body. "You don't need to worry about the evening gown, your gown will be delivered in the afternoo
At that moment the master of ceremonies announced to the guest to dance while the orchestra was playing music. "Would you do me the honor of a dance tonight?" Denver smiled charmingly and lifted his hand. Moriah took his hand, and Denver brought her to the dance floor. Ethan quietly seethed in anger when he saw Moriah's gown was backless. He specifically told the stylist what he wants for Moriah's gown, how dare they disobey his order. "I love to dance Ethan, can we dance?" Hazel fondly stroked Ethan's arm. Ethan steered her towards the dance floor near Moriah. As Moriah was swirled by Denver, she caught sight of Ethan dancing with Hazel. A strange emotion pricked her heart. She frowned as she couldn't tell what she felt seeing her husband dance with another woman. Their bodies were too close to each other like they were stuck together. She looked away and focused on Denver. She could feel the warmth of his hand at her back when he brought her closer to him with his hand over
He left the mansion, leaving a trail of scared bodyguards in his wake. "Hey," Zachary patted his shoulder as soon as he entered the private room of the bar. Zachary shook his head while he lifted his hands when Ethan gave him a cold look. "Dude, don't joke around with a wounded lion," snickered Jerome and raised his glass to drink. "She did it again," Jerome grinned. Ethan never said anything but Jerome was certain of the source of their friend's sour mood. They have been friends since young. Ethan wasn't someone who talked or showed his feelings. Yet he had been observing him and he knew that only Moriah could have that effect on him. "Why did you marry her in the first place, since you hated each other's guts?" Zachary was shocked when Ethan decided to marry her when they learned that Shaun left. Despite their protest against the idea, Ethan was adamant to marry her. He couldn't think of a plausible explanation for Ethan's decision. He knew he wasn't a person who decides on
"Alright, you're good to go now," Moriah said nonchalantly. Ethan's face darkened as he was sent away like he wasn't her husband. She just tended his injury just like her other patients. Not giving her a glance, he stood up and strode towards the door. The door opened before he could reach it and there came Denver with a cup of coffee and his dashing smile. Denver frowned at him, but smiled again when his eyes stopped on Ethan's hand covered with bandages. So he came here as Moriah's patient and not a suitor. He was able to breathe again. "Good morning, Moriah, I've got you your favorite coffee," he walked past Ethan. Ethan heard her greeting him back and thanking Denver with a cheery voice. He knew nothing about his wife's favorites. He didn't want Shaun to bring her up. Whenever Shaun talked about Moriah, he displayed his disinterest and made sarcastic remarks. Since then, Shaun had made no mention of her at all. Now that he's married to her, he has no clues what his wife like
"Thank you for driving me home," Moriah said when the car pulled up at the entrance of the mansion. Denver got out of the car at once and opened the door for her while she unbuckled her seatbelt. He accompanied her to the door and left only when the mansion's door was opened by a servant. "Good night," Denver said. "Good night," replied Moriah and went in. A Maybach parked next to Denver's car. Rather than getting into the car, Denver waited for the passengers to come out of the car, thinking that they were Moriah's parents. To his surprise, Ethan got out of the car. "You, what are you doing here?" He asked, frowning.