Female Novel
Chapter 41
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Chapter 41: Ex-wife It’s like a bucket of ice water being poured down my head. My whole body goescold. I finally realize this: Eason was waiting for this chance all along. He never supported me of gettingthis job. But he also perfectly well that if he asks me to turn it down, I’d never agree. So he waits foreveryone to be present and then spill it out. That way mom and Mr. Ramirez can be the bad guy for him.
That manipulative, cold blooded bastard!
I’m so damn mad. I feel like I’ve been played.
“Nat?” mom urges me, waiting anxiously for my answer. I take in a deep breath, “yeah that’s true.” Thescar has been ripped open already. No need to cover it further.
“What? Why!” mom tightens her grip on the napkin till her knuckles go white. “What made you believethat you need to get a part-time job? Do you need money?”
Yes I need money! I want to scream at her. I need the money to go to college and start my own damnlife, so that I don’t need to become some trophy wives who live on allowance like she does!
But those thoughts are just too harsh. And our family lawyer is here, and I can’t embarrass mom in frontof him. So after a long pause, I simply spit out a few words, “Yeah I need money. And I want to makethem myself.” Mom sucks in a sharp inhale as if she has heard something absurd. “Natalia,” Mr. Ramirezjoins our awkward conversation. “If you want a job, you are welcome to do a paid internship at mycompany. It’ll also help your resume.” “Thank you sir, but I’m fine with my current job,” I say dryly, tryingto sound as respectful as possible.
Eason, who’s sitting right across me, suddenly leans forward his upper body. His eyes gleam with a veryfamiliar light that I now recognize it as evil. He gives me a cold smile before saying, “Nat, and who set
you up with this coffee house job again?” My heart literally stops. I want to pick up the knife and stab itinto his smug face.
“I found it myself,” I snap. “Oh I don’t think that’s the case at all,” Eason says icily. “It was Alex, right? Hegave you the interview and put you in danger.”
“What? Are you fucking out of your mind? How dare you accuse Alex— ” I yell.
“Alex?” mom gasps. “Your boyfriend?”
Eason snorts, “Yes her boyfriend, who by the way seems to have zero concern about Nat’s safety.”
I smack my hand down on to the table before jumping up to my feet. That’s it. I’ve had it
enough. All the accusation, manipulation and betrayal.
“So you wonder who gives me this job? Yes it’s Alex. Because he actually cares about my circumstancesand wants to provide a solution, unlike someone who says he’s proud of me being a strong woman butacts the complete opposite! You are a fucking hypocrite Eason Ramirez!”
The room goes dead silent as everyone wears the same mask of shock. Eason’s face falls, his greeneyes burning with fury. There’s one second that I thought he was going to jump up and slap me, but hejust sits there and eyes me coldly in a very condescending way.
“Sorry, now if you will excuse me.” I grit out and leave the table. I storm out of the dining room, headupstairs and go into my room directly. It’s hard to believe that we were kissing and having sex just a fewhours ago. But this is our relationship-bumpy, hard and toxic. The good moment is always fleeting, andwe spend most of the time cursing and hating each other.
I sit on my bed absent-minded.
Maybe, I thought, maybe he’d come upstairs and apologize? I’m not sure if I’ll forgive him but I definitelywant him to explain everything to me.
But no.
I wait anxiously for a long time. No one showed up at my door.
Maybe he’s done with me. Or maybe he simply doesn’t give a fuck of how I feel. Sadness and angrysurge up in me as I take out my phone and text him. (Maybe we should take a break.]
(This is too much.)
I click “send” spur of the moment and immediately regret it. It’s stupid to break up over something likethis since we’ve overcome so much together.
Yet I’m also curious of how he’d react to this. So I sit there holding my phone, waiting for his reply.
And another hour passes. Nothing.
Eventually, I’m forced to realize that he won’t text me back ever. The phone slips through my fingers anddrops to the ground as I bury my face into my palms.
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The next few days have been hell for me because I haven’t heard back from him since. No texts, nocalls, and he doesn’t even show up at the townhouse again. My self-esteem prevents me from contactinghim first, but I sure spend a lot of time staring at my phone screen hoping magic can happen and he cancall me.novelbin
I’m pathetic.
He’s the evil asshole but why I’m the one suffering?
The only fortunate thing is that mom and Mr. Ramirez weren’t affected by my drama. One day later, theyare back to being sweet and loving again. I’m a little envy of how great they are
together
With their anniversary approaching, mom goes crazy shopping again. On the next Saturday morning,she drags me to a fitting. I’m not interested in such things at all, but since my so
called “boyfriend” is ignoring me, I have nothing else to do.
“…so for the color palette of the party I’m thinking white and beige. I wanted to go with rosily pink, but Iwas also afraid that people would call it cheesy. So basically I want to stay on the safe side. So do youhave anything appropriate to wear sweetie?…Nat are you listening? Natalia!”
I’m whipped back to reality, realizing that I’m staring at my phone again. Mom is standing on a platform inher newly made evening gown with three designers measuring her at the same time. She pouts staringat me, apparently upset by my distraction. “You look very beautiful, mom.” It’s a compliment but also thetruth. She’s the most attractive woman I’ve ever seen.
She smiles and turns to those designers, “can you bring over the collection again? I think my daughterneeds something as well.”
“No mom I’m fine!” I immediately decline. Those tailored clothes are shockingly expensive.
But those designers simply smile and nod, then leave the VIP lounge.
Mom walks down the platform and comes to sit with me. She studies my face and then asks,” everythingfine sweetie?”
“Yeah of course.”
“But something is on your mind, right?” her almond-shape eyes fix on my face. “I think it has somethingto do with your boyfriend? With Alex?”
It does have something to do with my boyfriend. But not Alex.
“Listen, I don’t want to tell you whom you should date. But do you really think Alex is a good choice? Imean I liked that boy before, but this part-time job thing really changed my mind about him-”
“Mom! That’s enough!” I snap, “How come you all blame him for this? He’s only doing me a favor! He didnothing wrong!”
“I’m not blaming him. But your top priority is college application and school. You need a boyfriend whounderstands that. If he’s from one of those families that need him to do part time jobs to afford college,then I don’t think he’s the right choice for you…”
Gosh. How can she say that? She was a smalltown girl herself! Did she totally forget that after
she married a billionaire?
“One more word. Then I’m out of here,” I mumble grumpily.
“OK fine,” mom spreads her hands. “Well since you won’t share you worries with me, I’ll share onemyself.”
I wait in silence, not sure if I want to hear it.
She signs again as unease flashes through her eyes, “Shawn’s ex will come to our anniversary
party.”
I hold my breath involuntarily, “Wait, do you mean-” “Yes. Shawn’s ex-wife. Eason’s mother.”