"Ethan's point of view,"
"Mr. Woods, is everything alright?" When I entered the doctor's room, he questioned me.
"Yes, I am a perfectly fit and fine doctor, but my wife has a fractured leg." I checked the room door for Stella.
"Where is your wife?" He gave me a bewildered expression.
Ah, I completely overlooked the fact that she walked at a turtle's pace after fracturing her leg.
Shut up; you are to blame for her condition, and your persistence creates swelling in her leg.
Oh my goodness, do you honestly believe that my actions caused her to suffer?
Of course, you coerced her into going to a car race with you. The fact that she has already won doesn't stop you from insisting on what you want.
Oh, please stop talking; I don't want to hear your stupidity.
"Let me take my wife to you, doctor. I believe she forgot the way to your chamber." I walked out of his room to find her.
I don't understand why this woman has a knack for testing my patience. I searched the hospital hallway, but she was nowhere to be found.
Where are you heading now? My subconscious questioned me.
To report my wife's disappearance to the physician.
Excuse me, but he's a doctor, not a police officer, and he won't be able to find your wife.
What's wrong with you? Why did you start acting so snarky like Stella? Let me find her first, and then I'll ask the physician to use shock therapy to treat my subconscious to prevent it from bothering me in the future.
"What the fuck is this, Stella? I found you seated here after searching the entire hospital for you.
Why don't you give me a call?" I was angry to see her sitting outside the doctor's room.
"What is your problem? Ethan, do you think I am visiting a garden so I will roam around?
Of course, I came here to visit the doctor." With a nonchalant shrug, she entered the doctor's office as if she couldn't care less about my well-being.
How dare she treat me like this? My masculine ego questioned me.
She didn't make fun of you; instead, she provided evidence for the tale we learned as kids about the turtle and the rabbit.
Did you just say that Stella is the turtle from the story who raced with the rabbit and won?
Yes, of course, slow and steady wins the race.
Oh, and by the way, who is the story's rabbit?
Do you need me to explain this to you? My subconscious mocked me.
When I compare myself to that useless rabbit from that ridiculous fable, I am filled with immense embarrassment. Listening to my subconscious severely wounded my masculine ego.
"Why do you put so much strain on your fractured leg, Mrs. Woods? Are you aware that it will prolong the duration of your treatment?" He checked her swollen leg.
"Doctor, to protect innocent turtles, I have no alternative but to confront a pompous bull." She gave me an angry glance.
"What?" He gave her a confused glance.
How did she become aware of the turtle story? Was she listening to my thoughts? However, given that I am a rabbit, why does she call me a pompous bull? Once again, her teasing wounded my pride.
"Mrs. Woods, you must take care of yourself and defend yourself so that you may confront that arrogant bull once more." As soon as he catches sight of my irate expression, he restrains himself from laughing uncontrollably.
She insulted me in front of my family doctor. How dare she? This time, I'm going to give her a good lesson.
"Please drop me off at the airport, Mr. Woods."
"Why?" I'm already irritated with her, and her stubbornness simply makes things worse.
"to catch the bus to California." Her nose tip reddened with rage once more.
"Really? I had no idea that there were bus services available at the airport for transportation."
"Please stop annoying me, Ethan, and discreetly drop me off at the airport. I had to get to California ASAP."
"What is so important to do that you have to leave me immediately?" Living without her is an unpleasant concept.
"Why are you asserting your right to me? Ethan, you are merely my contracted spouse; don't strive to become my real husband."
Why is she constantly checking her phone? She is talking to her boyfriend, in my opinion.
"Again, you bring up the agreement we had to cover up the truth."
"And what is the reality?" An irritated expression crossed her face as she glanced at me.
"It seems like you're yearning for your lover, doesn't it?"
"Yes, without a doubt. Mr. Woods, you are very intelligent. Now, kindly drop me off at the airport."
This woman is so outrageous! She has no right to continually damage my self-esteem. Since she is my wife, how is it possible for her to date some random, stupid guy?
"Ethan, where are you going?
Please slow down the car."
"No way; I'm not going to slow down until we get there." I put the car in drive and steered in the direction of my penthouse. She yelled at me to slow down, but I disregarded her repeatedly. get down. I stopped my Prosche when we reached my penthouse.
"Thus, the great Ethan Woods is entangled in mafia affairs as well."
"What do you mean?" I looked up at her face. Surprisingly, this time, her face resembles a spicy tomato with a dash of red chili.
"You have no right to kidnap me. You know I can file a lawsuit for this type of violence in court."
"Violence?"
"You can not compel me to stay at your residence, Mr. Woods."
"Yes, I can, and I will. I'll have to utilize mafia tactics to control my aggressive wife if you refuse to listen to me politely. Now, please get down peacefully, or I will have to forcibly bring you into my house." I unlocked the door on her side.
"Thank God, we just had a one-year agreement. If I have to spend the rest of my life with you, I have no idea what will happen to me. I'm not sure how your girlfriend responds to your tantrums. This power and haughtiness are too much for any normal lady to handle." She shifted in her wheelchair and gave me a disapproving look.
"I see that you don't think of yourself as a lady. However, I believe that you have an ideal female body type—a flawless, lovely form." My lips touched her neck just a little bit as I forced her to sit on the wheelchair, and lust began to well up inside of me.
Not again, Ethan; control your stupidity; I don't want a slap from her. For the sake of my dignity, at least consider your words before you say something ridiculous in front of her. My subconscious swiftly represses my lusty thoughts.
My God, being in her close vicinity causes me to lose control of my senses. I fiercely kicked the car door shut.