Chapter 59 Huli pero d Kulong

<Mia>

I found Ethan in his office here at home. Our housekeeper told me he arrived home earlier and immediately locked himself in his office.

I roamed around his office and couldn't help but notice that it was filled with medical-related items, which always gives me a headache since it's all about the human body.

I saw him slouched over his desk, with his head supported by his fist. Is he asleep?

"Ethan?" I called out to him.

"Doc?" I walked slowly towards him.

"Doc?" I approached him and gently shook him. He woke up with a start.

"Wife?" He asked, surprised.

"Are you okay?" I asked with concern, as he seemed tired and troubled.

He didn't answer, instead, he moved back and pulled me to sit on his lap. He leaned his head against my neck and hugged me tightly.

"Are you okay? What happened?" I asked, worried about him. He's making me worried. Does he have a problem?

"What happened, huh?" I gently asked as I continued to stroke his hair. Hmm, he smells so good.

"Just tired," he said wearily, holding me even tighter.

"Do you want anything, hmm?" I asked lovingly, while continuing to caress his hair.

"Hug me," he said softly.

"You're so clingy," I commented, but I hugged him back tightly. Ethan's love languages are physical touch, quality time, and acts of service.

I furrowed my brow and sniffed his hair and neck. "Why do you smell like a baby? Are you cheating?" I accused him playfully. He looked at me with a puzzled expression.

I couldn't help but be captivated by his handsome face. He's so fair-skinned.

"Why didn't you become a model?" I blurted out, not realizing that I said it out loud.

He furrowed his brow even more, "Not my thing," he replied in his usual surly manner.

I stared at his nose, perfectly shaped lips, and blushing cheeks.

"No other man is allowed to touch and kiss you like I do," he whispered huskily, squeezing my left breast.

My body started to heat up from his touch, and my breathing became heavier. The impact of his words on me was intense. My body wanted my husband.

He pulled me closer to him and kissed and nibbled my neck. I held onto his neck and couldn't help but moan.

"You're mine," he said, and he unhooked my bra.

"E-Ethan," I gasped as I felt him grab my womanhood.

"I want you, Ethan," I pleaded, craving him. My body was responding quickly to him.

"Ethan!" I exclaimed as he suddenly pulled down my shorts and panties. I just showered, right?

"Ethan!" I blushed as he buried his face down there.

"Shh," he hushed me and covered my mouth with his hand while diving between my legs.

I woke up in our bedroom, already dressed. Ethan had already clothed me, but he wasn't beside me. Damn, he left me after getting what he wanted.

I went out of the room and saw the household staff, but I didn't pay them any attention. Where is Ethan? I checked his office, but he wasn't there, nor was he in the restroom. He didn't even text me.

"I'll answer the doorbell," I said to the household staff.

I was annoyed because Ethan wasn't by my side when I woke up.

"Mia..." I paled when I saw the person I didn't want to see at all. Why is he here?

"Damn! What are you doing here?" I snapped at him. Ethan might get suspicious if he sees him here. What if he's with another woman? Is he meeting up with a woman without me knowing?

Before he could respond, the doorbell rang.

"I'll open it," I told the household staff.

I'm irritated because Ethan isn't with me after we made love.

"Mia, I have nowhere else to go. Please help me. Mr. Choi is going to have me arrested," he pleaded with me, grabbing my hand. I slapped my forehead in frustration. He's causing me stress again. I had a good life, and then he comes with unlimited problems for me.

"I can't help you anymore, Hermoine! Start a new life and help yourself. If you want, I can send you to a rehabilitation center," I suggested calmly. I'm annoyed with him because he won't leave me alone.

"I promise this is the last time. If you don't help me, I'll tell Ethan that we're married and you're just his mistress."

He held both of my hands and his face was bloody. Did he get into a fight?

"Damn you, Hermoine," I cursed at him in frustration. I'm getting annoyed with him, and I'm fed up with his face. "You've already taken so much money from me! Do you think Ethan won't suspect me when he finds out how much money you've been taking from him, huh?" I snapped at him. I tried to take my hands back, but he held them tightly.

"Mia, this really is the last time, and I'll change," he pleaded. I closed my eyes tightly.

I woke up to my room and I'm already dressed. Ethan dressed me already but he wasn't beside me. Damn, he left me already after he got what he wanted.

I went out of the room and saw the household staff but I didn't mind them. Where's Ethan? I looked into his office but he's not there, he's not in the comfort room. He also didn't send a text to me.

"I'll be the one to open it," I said to the household staff.

I'm irritated because Ethan left me when I woke up.

"Mia..." I paled when I saw the person I didn't want to see at all. Why is he here?

"Damn it! What are you doing here?!" I shouted at him. Ethan might suspect something if he sees him here. What if he's with another woman? Is he meeting up with a woman without me knowing?

Before he could answer, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," I told the household staff.

I'm irritated because Ethan left me when I woke up.

"Mia, I have nowhere else to go. Please help me. Mr. Choi is going to have me arrested," he pleaded with me, holding my hand. I slapped my forehead in frustration. He's giving me stress again. I had a good life, and then he comes and brings me unlimited problems.

"I promise this is the last time. If you don't help me, I'll tell Ethan that we're married and you're just his mistress."

He held both of my hands, and his face was bloody. Did he get into a fight?

"Mia," a cold voice snapped me back to reality, and I was met with Ethan's dark aura as he looked at Hermoine, who was holding my hand. His jaw clenched, and his gaze turned hostile. It felt like he could kill with just his glare.

"E-Ethan," I stuttered his name.

Ethan glanced at Hermoine, demanding to know, "why the fuck are you here?" His tone was filled with fear and anxiety, and it made me nervous.

Hermoine stepped back slightly and avoided eye contact with Ethan. I looked at Hermoine and gestured for him not to say anything stupid in front of Ethan.

"Oh, Ethan, you're here," Hermoine said sarcastically.

"What the hell are you doing in our house? And why the hell are you holding my wife's hand?!" Ethan shouted at him, unable to contain his anger any longer.

"Ethan," I called out to him and tried to hold his hand to calm him down, but he brushed my hand away, causing a pang in my heart.

Hermoine looked confident with a smug grin on his face.

"Wanna know the truth?" Hermoine challenged my husband.

"Hermoine," I warned him, glaring at him.

"Hermoine, shut up," I threatened him.

"Give me ten million, and I'll tell you the truth. What's the relationship between me and your wife," Hermoine said with a smirk.

"Ethan, don't listen to him. He's crazy and on drugs," I said to my husband, but Hermoine managed to capture his attention.

"I'm not stupid to listen to your bullshit!" Ethan snapped, grabbing my hand and pulling me inside as he spoke to Hermoine.

"Are you cheating on me again, huh, Mia?" Ethan's furious voice echoed through the room, and he forcefully let go of me, making me sit on the sofa. I couldn't help but cry out of fear.

"This is the second time you're cheating on me. Is he the reason why you keep on withdrawing huge amounts of money every week, huh?" He was raging, and his fists were clenched tightly.

How did he find out about that? I've been careful about my actions.

"Do you believe Hermoine?" I asked in disbelief. I was afraid of his reaction.

"Why do you keep seeing that man, huh? This is the third time you've seen him. I allowed you to see him for the first time because I fucking trusted you! What about earlier? Why was he fucking holding your hand?" Ethan yelled, veins popping out of his neck as he glared at me. I pressed myself into the sofa, scared of him. After all these years, he's never yelled at me like this before.

"I'm asking you!"

Fear overwhelmed me.

"W-we weren't doing anything," I stuttered in response.

"Then why was he holding your hand, Mia?" He demanded, anger burning in his eyes. I glanced at the household staff who were watching. It was embarrassing for them to witness this heated argument between Ethan and me.

"Ethan, please let me explain first," I pleaded, scared to approach him or touch him, fearing he might hit me.

"And the money I give you every month. Care to tell me where you spend it?" He asked, his anger not subsiding.

Should I tell him?

"It's Hermoine's fault," I blamed the man.

"First name basis, huh?" He sarcastically remarked, "I know that fucking piece of shit is not gay. Don't fool me, Mia," he threatened, glaring at me with utter disdain.

"He's been deceiving you for a long time."

We both turned to look at Hermoine. How did this man get inside our house?