He Wants Me To Leave

POV: Serena

“Let’s meet up Ethan, its urgent, please meet me at the Millennium restaurant next to our families favorite park.” I texted him, smiling as I thought of the mischief I was cooking up for him.

After I left the hospital where I visited my sister, I called Ethan and asked him to meet up. I made it sound urgent, knowing that he might not want to see me after I bullied his wife last night. But he didn’t pick my calls and I know he is still pissed, so I texted him instead.

“I’m standing on the bridge before the park. I’ll toss myself over the bridge if you don’t respond to my messages.” I told him, smiling to myself as I knew he would totally fall for this one. Yeah, I learnt that one from my conniving, manipulative sister, Emma. For some weird reason, he doesn’t always give in to her requests or give her whatever she asks for until she pulls this trick on him. She is such a pest!

It always work for her, he cares too much to let her carry out her threat, even if we all knew that she was just bluffing. She would never have pulled it off, even if he didn’t give in. She just loves to make him run after her always, making him express his love and care always. I witnessed their silly display of affection and it hurts me to see him trying to protect her always.

He never lets her jump off the bridge because he loves her. I knows he doesn’t love me as much as he loved her, but I’m hoping that he cares enough to be bothered about my mental health. I knew he wouldn’t want me dead after he promised to take care of me and protect me always.

“I’ll be there soon,” he responded, making me jump up excitedly, yelling joyfully like kid on Christmas morning. I was stand at the park yelling and dancing, getting weird looks from people I don’t even know. I knew it would work, I know that there is a part of him that loves me, I see it in his eyes, and today, he just proved it to me.

Last night, I had created a scene at Ethan's party, overtly hinting that Harper could lose her child by "accident." It was a veiled threat, I’d expected her to be scared and run away to protect herself and her child. But instead, the witch slapped me!

Can you believe that?

She fucking slapped me, and then she had run to Ethan like a startled rabbit, playing the victim card better than me. Her Oscar performance had earned her the attention she needed, making me look like a fucking villain. When she slapped me, I could see the fury in Ethan's eyes, and his anger only intensified when she let everyone know that I wished her unborn child dead.

Ethan had thrown me out of his party, he even went as far as scolding me for confessing my feelings. I know he didn’t mean to kick me away or scold me that way. It’s her fault for making me look like a monster and igniting his anger towards me for the very first time since I’ve known Ethan. Even my sister never succeeded in portraying me as evil before him.

But Harper did...

And she made him kick me out in anger. I hope she enjoys her victory last night because it would be her last. He is still pissed, and I know it. I couldn’t sleep at night too, knowing that my Ethan is so pissed off at me. I kept turning on my bed in the hotel room, thinking of different ways to make Harper pay for making Ethan angry with me.

I knew he didn’t want to see me just yet, but I couldn’t stay away for long. The longer I stayed away, the more that baby would grow in Harper’s womb, solidifying the bond between them. I had to act fast if I wanted to succeed; I needed to plant myself by his side before I lost him to her forever.

When Ethan arrived at the restaurant beside the park where our parents used to take us as kids, I smiled in satisfaction as I noticed him looking at the playground where we used to play as kids. I hoped the atmosphere would spark memories of our close-knit families and remind him of his promise to look after me. I had ordered my sister's favorite meal, her comfort food, something Ethan enjoyed with her during their dating years. I even brought our father’s old camera, filled with pictures and video recordings of our families bonding together, a subtle hint at the promise and our shared past, something he can have with his wife, Harper.

As I noticed him feeling better and smiling at the shared memories, I seized my chance. I leaned in closer, my face close to his, bringing forth my innocent, girly, pity face.

“I’m so sorry for what happened last night,” I said, my voice low and sincere as I looked into his eyes, forcing him to look into mine as well.

Butt I love you, Ethan. I know you more than Harper does. I've loved you even when you were still in love with my sister. I tried to hide my feelings, but I just couldn't. I love you, Ethan, and I'm ready to accept being your mistress if that’s what it takes to be with you. Just love me back, Ethan, make me feel like a woman. Take me and make me yours.” I begged.

Shamelessly, I threw myself at him, trying to slip my hands under his shirt right there in the restaurant. But Ethan held my hand gently and pushed me away, his face a mixture of concern and frustration as he pulled his hand through his hair, messing with his strands. That made him looked so cute and I couldn’t help trying to touch him one more time, trying to show him just how much I love him.

“Stop embarrassing yourself, and stop embarrassing me,” he said firmly, pushing me off roughly this time.

“We are like family, Serena!

I only see you as a little sister. Nothing can happen between us.” he told me sternly, sounding more like a warning. His words pierced through me like ice, causing immense pain in my heart.

“I wouldn’t choose to be with you, even if I weren’t married to Harper. I told your sister that we can only be friends. I don’t know why you two are attracted to me. I never led you on; I never expressed romantic interest in either of you. But I’m telling you here and now that I do not love you, Serena. I never have, and I never will. We are more like siblings, Rena. I love you more than words can express, but not in the way you desire. Please, get that thought out of your head, or you’ll lose the respect I have for you and your family.” He warned me, giving me a fierce look that was meant to scare me but only made me feel attracted to him.

He was trying to convince me that he didn’t have feelings for me, but I saw through that, I can see through his flimsy lies. I refused to believe he didn’t care. With the way he cares for me and treats me so nice, I just can’t accept that.

“You don’t have to lie to make me hate you, Ethan, because I can never hate you. I love you too much to let you go. I just need you to open your heart and see me as the only woman who knows you well enough to take care of you and be there for you always. I can take care of you, I can make you happier,” I leaned in, attempting to capture his lips with mine, those soft, full lips I imagined how he would please me with. Ethan’s anger flared again when I tried to kiss him, and he stated,

“The one I love now is Harper. She is my wife, and I love her. Don’t show up in front of us anymore. You need to respect my decision and stay away.” He told me sternly.

“Leave and never show your face before me or my wife again,” he warned, his patience thin.

“I love my wife, Harper, and not even your sister can take her place in my life. I’ll keep my promise and take care of you. I’ll sponsor your trip to any country of your choice, but you must leave immediately and stay far away from me and my family.” He warned again, sounding irritated by my presence and disappointed.

With that, he picked up his keys and phone, walking away without a second glance. The sting of rejection cut deeply, but it quickly transformed into a burning rage. Jealousy and anger filled my mind as I seethed in rage, hating Harper even more. It was all her fault!

It was her fault that he wasn’t interested in me, her fault that he wanted to send me far away from him. I would make her pay for this. I would make her regret marrying my Ethan.