On Our Wedding Night, She Told Me My Husband Will Betray Chapter 04

On Our Wedding Night, She Told Me My Husband Will Betray Chapter 04

I pressed my lips together.

And I nodded.

He was out the door before I could say another word.

The ghost threw punches and kicks at the empty space where he’d been, then crept back to my bedside.

“Ellie. Break up with him. I’ll find you someone who actually deserves you.”

I didn’t answer. I closed my eyes.

The morning I was supposed to head to campus, Ethan said he’d pick me up.

He didn’t show.

I had my driver take me instead. The second I walked through the main gate, Ethan came tearing out of nowhere and hit me across the face.

My cheek lit up with pain. My ears rang.

He grabbed the front of my shirt, jaw tight.

“You said you’d drop the PhD slot. So why did you sick your people on Lily?”

“You know what, Ellie? You’ve changed. You disgust me.”

I tried to get his hands off me, shaking my head.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Lily stepped forward, eyes wet, lip trembling.

“Ellie, are you really not going to own up to what you did? You sent them after me. You know you did.”

Something dark moved through Ethan’s face. He shoved me hard to the ground.

Then he carefully wrapped his arms around Lily and walked away.

The ghost was very angry and yelled: “Ellie! He’s garbage. Why are you still holding on?”

I…

Five years. We had five years.

And he saved my life. How could loving him be wrong?

Two months ago, Ethan’s father made a call that destroyed three percent of the company’s market cap overnight.

I went to my dad on my knees and pushed for the engagement.

I won’t pretend it was purely selfless. Who doesn’t want to end up with the person who saved them?

But before I could get a word out, I caught the ghost’s panicked eyes.

Then something went over my head, and the world went black.

I was lifted and dropped onto a couch. Loud room. Thick with the smell of liquor.

“Get her clothes off. Pour it down. Get the camera on her face.”

Strange voices. Ugly laughter. Something cold and wet hit my mouth, slid down my throat.

“Hey — who are you people? Get off me.”

My clothes were being pulled at. I was shaking. Tears running.

“I’ll pay you. My fiancé is Ethan Shaw. He will” —

Nobody cared. Eyes full of contempt.

I curled up on that couch, barely covered, completely hollowed out.

“Let’s have some real fun…”

The door flew open.

Ethan shrugged off his jacket and laid it over me, then crouched down and wiped my face.

“You scared?”

His voice was calm. His eyes were calm.

He was almost smiling. “That’s exactly how scared Lily was. Touch her again, and I’ll make sure it comes back to you ten times over.”

The men had already cleared out. But Ethan’s tone said everything.

He set this up.

He untied the rope from my wrists.

“Be good. In the future” —

I kicked him as hard as I could. Right between the legs.

He went down with no warning, gasping.

“Ellie” —

I looked at him on the floor.

Then I walked out.

Rot in hell.