Ethan's POINT OF VIEW
«Valerie is waiting for you in the car.» - the man's voice echoes in the great hall, while I look around in search of his daughter.
"She said she had to go home as soon as possible." -he continues to talk, this time lighting a cigarette as I go down the last step.
"Fuck!" - I exclaim whispering, thinking about how to deal with that crazy girl now, but her father must have heard me, as he nods to my curses, pointing to the seat in front of him to invite me to sit again.
Valerie was begging me with her eyes not to go with her stepmother and I don't dare imagine what I am entitled to now that she believes I had sex with her stepmother, considering that she punched me just for kissing her.
«It's not easy with her, young man.» - he clicks his tongue, almost holding back a laugh as he assumes a thoughtful expression, which prompts me to listen to him and put my anger aside:
«With Valerie it's all a mess. - he snorts the smoke, but this time he seems to be saying it more to himself that to me, even if I decide to take advantage of his attitude to find out more about her.
"You have spoiled her." - I say with an ironic tone as I lean my back to the chair, carefully following his gestures as he leans forward with his torso to offer me a cigarette.
"Maybe." - he replies instantly, as soon as I reach out to pull out of the packet that hands me a cigarette, but this time his comment makes me frown, even if I decide not to interrupt him:
«In twenty-nine birthdays she hasn't accepted a gift from me.» - he raises a corner of his mouth, which almost leads me to do the same.
When I showed up at her villa for the first time, I thought she was a gorgeous woman immersed in the most unbridled luxury, but then I noticed that she is wearing ridiculous pajamas and babysitting two little boys because she feels lonely.
She is a world to discover and, as much as her father starts talking about her now, it would not be enough to understand her and know her weaknesses.
I don't even think her father knows what makes her suffer, but I still try to listen to that answer what I didn't have time to let Meredith say:
"So Jack will have spoiled her." - I insist letting him light a cigarette, while his eyes snap into mine, as if waiting for nothing but to talk about him to let off steam.
"I would have killed him with my hands." - he says with so much contempt that I am almost pleased by his hatred towards Ian's cousin.
'It would not have been the first time you stained your hands .'- I would like to add, but I remain silent listening to him, silent and looking forward not to miss any details:
"He destroyed her." - he points his index finger at me, starting to shake it threateningly, while his rough brow furrows more and more in anger.
What did he do to her? Why didn't they get married?
The questions that begin to torment me are so many, but I limit myself to raise my chin, blowing the pungent smell of the smoke and letting it mix with that of the doctor in the air that surrounds us.
"He filled Valerie's head with bullshit."
I just can't imagine how someone like her could have endured someone like Jack.
They are both out of their minds, but it is precisely because she is crazy that she deserves a serious man by her side, even if at the very thought I would like to slap myself: I am the one who has to make her suffer, instead of thinking of the type of man who make her feel better.
"Then he left her after asking her to marry him." - he speaks with so much bitterness that he conveys all the anger he feels towards Jack, but this time I can't help asking again :
"Why?" - I rest my elbows on the table raising my chin in his direction, while my features become harder, but as soon as Hardin opens his lips to speak, his harlot makes her theatrical entrance, making the old man stop talking , who hastens to clear his voice and resumes looking me in the eye:
"Valerie is waiting for you." - he reminds me deliberately throwing me a knowing look, so I decide to satisfy him when I understand that there are secrets of Valerie that not even his wife knows, but once again I could not find out why Jack left Valerie.
"Thanks for the lunch." - I nod, throwing a quick glance at the woman at his side, even if she doesn't find the courage to look me in the eye for the anger.
At least now I know where Valerie's room is, although I don't know when I will return to this villa, especially now that my fake fiancée believes that her stepmother may have been with me.
I let the butler close the door behind me and hurry to get to the car, throwing what's left of the cigarette offered by her father on the ground and assuming a satisfied expression with myself when I realize that I have managed to speak civilly to that man without jumping on his neck.
I run a hand through my hair, glancing at my car to make sure she's there and hasn't had the crazy idea of walking home, although when she's angry you can expect anything from this woman.
I frown when the ringtone of the phone starts to bother me, letting me know that a message has arrived, but as soon as I read the sender's name I hurry to turn off the device and pretend nothing has happened, slipping it back into my back pocket of my jeans, then open the door.
My father knows that I don't want to have any contact with them: I won't be able to look them in the eye until I get my revenge, even though they've always tried to stop me and convince me that it wasn't that fucking doctor's fault if my sister died of euthanasia.
"I must admit that your father made a good impression on me." - I nod at my words as soon as I get into the car, looking at her sideways, while I start the car with my stomach rumbling.
I don't know why she wants me to accept her father and get along with him, so I try to please her, but not a word comes out of her lips ...
Her head is leaning against the window and her eyes are out of the car.
It doesn't take long for me to realize she's mad at me, but I'd prefer her yell at me than keep silent as she's doing now, so I reach out in the direction of her shoulder discovered with the intention of turning her over to my side, but the smile dies on my lips when she suddenly pulls away and pushes her slender body to the door to avoid being touched:
"I hate you." - she says with a trembling faint voice, and even though my eyes are turned forward and hers are hidden by a tuft of curls, for a thousandth of a second I seem to have caught her wiping her tears quickly with a hand.
Instagram: ema_8570