I will find you

    Chapter 4: I will find you

 '' Have you forgotten? Henry Rowan is in the district hospital due to accident. You need to rush there with the bill. Have you drugged Aiden yet?"

    Instantly, Elsie's eyes widened.

    Trixson Dale's words jogged her memory. She now recalled why she came to this room. Trixson Dale had called in the afternoon and informed her about Henry Rowan's motorcycle accident. She spent the day crying and praying due to the tight security at the mansion. Later in the evening, a package arrived addressed to her; it was a white bottle containing white powder. Trix told her to make sure Aiden had it so it would knock him out and she could hack his security from his phone and escape.

    However, she mixed things up and ended up drinking the wine meant for him. It made her lose control, and she initiated everything from there on. Even though he pushed her away, Elsie forced herself on him until he gave in.

    Thinking about this, she became very flustered. Her ears began to itch as their previous deeds played in her mind. She had even forgotten that she was on the phone till she heard Trixson Dale ask, "He didn't force himself on you, did he? That bastard!"

    "Why would the sedative you made me give him force himself on me? It was sedative, right?" she asked skeptically.

    It had not crossed her mind that she might have been drugged by Trix. No wonder in her past life, she was stupefied to find herself in Aiden's bed afterward.

    Instead of admitting it, Trix denied it in a sincere tone: "Nothing. I am just asking because he did it before during New Year's Eve and got you pregnant. I hope you are still on pills in case he rapes you again. We don't want another mistake.''

     Elsie's jaw ticked. Her son was not a mistake!

    Something clicked in Elsie's mind. She realized that Trixson must have drugged her too on New Year's Eve. No wonder she found it hard to remember what happened. Only to be convinced that Aiden drugged her and took advantage of her unconsciousness. Her mouth was set with guilt over all the horrible names and words she said to him over the years.

    This made me defend him from the true monster. "He won't do that. At least he gets my permission every time."

   ''Every time? '' Trixson almost choked on jealousy on the other side. Her face turned green with envy. 

   She feigned disappointment. "What? Don't tell me you have been sleeping with that rapist and beast! Remember, he got you pregnant, violated your agreement, and then kept you a prisoner in his house. Please don't give him the things that belong to Henry Rowan. Henry Rowan is your true love."

    Hearing this, Elsie wanted to roll on the floor in laughter. She clasped her palm to her mouth, stifling her laugh.

    Henry Rowan? Her true love?

    ' That monster's only true love is his weed and sadism,' she thought, glaring at her phone.

    After a while, her anger calmed down, and she replied firmly, "I won't."

    "So is he sleeping? ''

    "Yes. " She confirmed that peeking back at the bed, her cheeks became rosy.

    "Can I see?"

    ' Why do I hear yearning in her voice? ' What? This woman was shameless. '

    Elsie smiled bitterly as she went over to clean up the mess. "No. He is shirtless."

    "Why is he shirtless? ''

    This time it sounded pained. It made Elsie happy.

    Sadly, in her past life, She did something awful that put her son's life in danger, which was all planned by Trixson. This made Aiden sign the divorce papers. Shockingly, on the next day, she heard the news that Trixson had forced her way into Aiden's bed, but he pushed and humiliated her. It made her realize Trixson's love for Aiden.

    At the time, she would get jealous whenever his name popped up on TV with a celebrity. Too bad she thought it was Stockholm syndrome and not love.

    "I don't know. He loves sleeping naked," she retorted nonchalantly, knowing full well it would piss Trix.

    "..."

    There was silence for some time. Elsie knew, and Trix was sulking silently.

    "Hello?"

    "Yeah, I mean, come to the hospital with the money." She spoke in a choked-up voice. Then she began to cough.

    This lady and her silly tricks!

    ' I am not your breathing ATM bitch! '

    Elsie frowned. "Why me? Why should I go and pay the bills? He is your best friend; you should help him out."

    To say Trix was shocked to hear this was a huge understatement. Still, she pretended to not notice the sudden change in attitude. "I would, but I am on the set of 'An Eternal Sunshine.' You picked it, remember?''

    Upon hearing this, Elsie scoffed secretly. Trixson was not just an actress; she was a great actress and had several brand deals. She could afford a few thousand for Henry Rowan.

    "Wire me the money then." She waved her hand in dismissal.

    "What kind of girlfriend are you? You are married to a multi-billionaire who is heir to more billions, and you're asking me, who barely has a net worth of five million dollars?"The anger in Trix's voice was apparent. In the past, Elsie was such a pushover that she would apologize right away. And everything Trix said afterward was without question.

    "How should I get money from him?"

    A long sigh was heard from the other side. She gritted her teeth. "Steal his black card or anything. Just come with it.''

    The corners of her lips turned up, creating a decisive gleam in Elsie's eyes. She let out a barking laugh.

    Inadvertently, her gaze found a picture of Aiden and Eldon at Christmas last year. She could be seen in the background, drinking like she loved to rather than being a good wife and mother.

    A dull ache took over her heart. She touched the frame and made a promise: "In this life, I am going to shred your career and make your lives hell. And you, mystery woman, I will find you too."

    Now to leave the mansion. She breathed out "the secret door." Elsie only found out about the door on the day she tried to elope with Henry during Eldon's sixth birthday celebration.

    In an hour, she arrived at the district hospital in a cab. On her way in, she got a glance at her appearance; she wore a mini dress with a side slit. It was the least indecent clothing she could find, which did not have a deep plunging cleavage.

    "I really wanted the divorce," she laughed without any hint of humor on her countenance. Her makeup was way too much, making her look like a comic.

    Did the great Aiden Scott fall for this woman?

    No.

    He fell for the woman he married and continued to love the wife she became.

    Sigh!

    Looking around, she searched for a boutique where she could find some clothes. Clothes worthy of the Scott clan.

    Luckily, after a five-minute search on her iPhone's map, She found it. Her appearance called for both customer's and workers' attention. Some laughed, and others pitied.

    "Is this her face or that of a clown?"

    "She looks like a slut. "

    "A Hooker," an old, fat, greasy-looking man, whistled.

    "Poor thing using what she got for money."

    Without a care in the world, she sauntered to the first dress that caught her eye. It was an elegant white sundress that was knee-level. It had jasmine flowers adorning it. Her eyes caught another beautiful dress, and soon it became full-time shopping.

    What was the hurry anyway?!

    Later, she carried about four shopping bags to your counter. The lady there glared at her with displeasure. She sighed, "Another hooker. Probably sleeping with a rich man."

    Still, the smile on Elsie's face did not waver.

    After a while, she asked, "Credit or cash?"

    "Credit," Elsie conceded, dipping her hand into her black-branded handbag. As she placed the card on the table, the woman's pupil enlarged. She ran a small boutique and had never seen a black card before.

    Was it real? She swapped it, and it was real!

    In an instant, her cold demeanor became a welcoming one. She laughed heartily. "Thank you, ma'am, for shopping with us. Make sure you come back."

    It didn't take rocket science for Elsie to know the reason behind this lady's change of behavior. She glanced lazily at the name tag, "Maureen ?"

   The lady grinned, stretching her hand for a tip "Yes, Ma'am."

   To this, Elsie forced a smile. '' I am not sleeping with just a rich man; I am sleeping with the CEO of Scott Industries."

    The lady's mouth fell open, and she stammered as she watched Elsie leave. "She is Mrs. Scott."

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    At the office, Aiden stood by the French windows, sipping down on his coffee, when his phone beeped. It was a credit alert at a boutique. A charge of a hundred thousand dollars. His eyes narrowed down, disappointment and hurt evident in his eyes. "So, this is the reason."

    "Is that Mrs. Scott?" At his side, a young man in his early thirties pointed out the window. His eyes are saucers. He is Joseph Lawrence, his personal assistant.

    In response, Aiden turned, a little smile dancing on his lips. Is she coming to see me?

    Outside, Elsie looked around warily before she knocked at the hospital gate. She was wearing a white crossed back jumpsuit and styled her hair into a neat ponytail.

    Frown lines appeared on his forehead, and he asked coldly, "Hospital? Who is admitted there?"

    Joseph licked his lips. Nervously,  he told the truth, "Um, is Mr. Rowan?"

    Rowan!

    Aiden crushed the coffee cup in his grasp, clearly enraged. "You have betrayed me again!"

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