C4 New Life, New Troubles

“He got heartbroken, and he wouldn’t eat nor drink for four days. I thought he might die since he looked so sickly. I brought doctors and therapists but none of them could break through. I cried for four days as well. For the first time in my life, I was afraid to even though Richard was right beside me…” Margaret narrated.

“But on the fourth day, he just snapped out of it. I don’t know how it happened or the reason behind it, but he just stood up and said he was hungry…” Richard said with a smile on his face. “Since then, I have never seen him with a lady.”

“The female workers at his office complain about his coldness!” Margaret exclaimed. “I would have said he was gay, but this same Ethan was the one I used to catch watching lesbian porn even when he was a teen. He was still the one who used to like Sophia. I knew my son was straight, but I got scared. It was to the point that I started to send ladies to his office to disguise myself as workers. I wanted him to be seduced. Even if it’s not a relationship, I wanted to see if he was still attracted to girls.”

“Exactly!” Richard supported. “Even though my wife did it all on her own. She told me later.”

I laughed.

“I sent three different ladies. The first was a busty one, but she couldn’t break through him. He never let her get close, and he fired her on the spot. The second one was just like a beauty goddess. She spent a whole month there seducing Ethan, but the indirect approach never worked. She got her shirt wet and tried to be direct, but like she explained, Ethan looked into her eyes and told her to get out. In short, the third was nothing more than that as well…” Margaret explained.

“You must have been in despair!” I told her carefully.

“I was in real despair, Helen…” Margaret continued. “I just wanted to see if my son was still a man, and he just caught me sniffing through his shorts one day. He just told me, ‘mom, I am fine. I know what you are doing’. I was shocked that day, but I finally had a talk with him. I told him to get a girlfriend, but Ethan would hire girls. He brought four hired ones and I always found out.”

“And that was how we thought of arranging him for marriage…” Richard finally said. “We never knew you had a boyfriend until you told us today. Since it’s like that, please accept it as fate. You need to help Ethan out of this.”

Then a car pulled over. I watched as Ethan stepped out. He was going to enter the restaurant. Richard came out as well, moved towards Ethan, and kicked him.

“You jerk!” Richard shouted at him. “Is that how to treat a woman?”

Ethan surely received a light beating from his dad. He had adorable parents, and it made me miss mine. For Margaret and Richard, I might just make this marriage work. Both of them were nice.

Margaret understood my position and the wedding was postponed for two weeks. During this period, she made me meet up with Ethan and, probably because of his father’s threats, Ethan spoke to me. We had short conversations, with most of them filled with teases. Ethan might just fill the vacuum Smith left in my heart.

Richard got me a car more expensive than Ethan’s own. I was really surprised and when Tom saw the car, he was so jealous. He even proposed that I exchange the car for another in his garage. Trust me, I never allowed him. That man was no longer a mere miser, he was a fraudster too.

I found out how much Margaret loved fashion as well. She complimented me about my looks and body and even advised me to try modeling. As expected, both of us attended a lot of fashion shows together. She had a lot of friends, or shall I say acquaintances? She would always introduce me to them.

“This is my future daughter-in-law. She is just as crazy about fashion and I think it is fate…” Margaret would tell them happily.

“You would finally have someone to inherit those bags and shoes. I am so happy for you, but I am happier for her…” most of them would say. I already expected that Margaret would have a lot of fashionable clothes.

When asked about the wedding date, Margaret would tell them it was a private affair, and she would tell them when it was all done. It was for only members of the family and no one else.

It was no surprise when my photo went trending on social media. Everyone knew I was going to be Ethan’s wife. It still sounded strange that I would be married and so soon.

Three days before the wedding, I finally reached Margaret’s room. She had an inestimable amount of fashion wears. Her bags and shoes were all neatly arranged. At some point, I wondered if I was not at the shopping mall. Her clothes were more than enough to start a cloth exporting business.

This was the family I would be married to.

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The day of the wedding was splendid and right after, Margaret came to whisper in my ears.

“Even if he acts like a rock, don’t mind him. Force him once, and it will all be over…” she whispered in my ears. I knew what she meant, and it turned out like that.

I got undressed right in front of Ethan in our room, but he just turned away. This hurt my feelings and made me feel like I was forcing myself on him. I remembered Margaret’s words and persisted.

“We are married now. Even if you don’t want to have kids, your parents need grandchildren…” I told him solemnly.

“They are my parents, not yours! Just go to bed, and I’ll deal with them!” he exclaimed. I removed my clothes, the remaining brass and panties. I was going to use force even though I could not compare him to him in strength. He might just want me in the midst of the struggle.

I stepped on the bed and got next to him. I wrapped my hands around him and held him tight. He could probably feel my warmth. He wanted to struggle, and I used the momentum to get on top of him. Slowly, I rolled the bed cover over us.

There was a moment of silence.

“You…” he stammered. “You are actually beautiful.”

I was not expecting that. I could see his bulge rising already. I thought I would just take control, but I am really shy now. He might end up being the one to take the initiative.

Right at this point of passion, the door flung open. I hid quickly and covered my body. It was Margaret. She was crying and in a state of disarray.

“Richard… your father… he has been shot!” Margaret exclaimed before she collapsed right in our room.

Ding.