Chapter 4 The last night of Love

Ellen remained mute. It's obvious that the news had spread everywhere, she just saw them late. Her utmost prayers were for the rumors not to end the chances of her promotion.

"Which of these last names do you bear now, Ellen?" Mr Ethan quizzed again. He liked the uneasiness on her face

"I still bear Harrison, sir" she muttered, audibly though.

He looked at her from head to toe, laughed out loud and went out of her way.

Mr Ethan was once Maurice's good friend, until Maurice got married. The most painful part was the fact that he got married to his favourite staff, Ellen. The hostility became mutual between the two men. However, that of Mr Ethan seemed more cold and dangerous.

Immediately Ellen got to her office, the first thing she did was to put a call across Lorenzo.

"Who did that, Lorenzo?" she started. She was ninety percent sure that Lorenzo had seen everything going on online, since he's a celebrity.

"Honestly Ellen, I can't say. It's not my aide, trust me. Neither is it i. I'm confused as well. Are you just seeing it?" Lorenzo acted calm at this point. Ellen was getting emotional.

"Yes, I am. The most painful thing here is the fact that my husband has seen it long before I did, including my boss . My marriage is becoming sour, Lorenzo and I can't loose my husband over these speculations and rumors " she was becoming teary at this point.

However, Lorenzo wanted to see the end result of what the rumor would bring to Ellen's marriage. She seemed so in love with this husband of hers, and to think she's literally crying because of the effects the flying news had on her marriage, made him jealous. She didn't even worry about his own image nor hers!

"Ellen, if your husband trusts you, these pictures and headlines aren't supposed to affect your marriage" he made a point.

"You don't understand, Lorenzo! His name is all over the place as the man whose wife is cheating on him. His image and that of the Harrisons are being dragged to the mud because of me. He probably thinks I did it and have been pretending all along coz the news hasn't stopped trending since a week now!"

She was almost yelling at her phone, at this point.

Lorenzo kept suggesting ways that she could actually make up with her husband and she took one of the ideas. In as much as he wants Ellen back, he still couldn't stand her sadness. He equally promised to do everything possible for those news to be taken down on all platforms.

After the long call, she felt at ease a little bit . Suddenly, she noticed her phone time recording was on through out the call and her airdrop was connected to another.

Someone is obviously watching her! She was sure she never put her recorder on, neither did she connect her airdrop. She switched everything off immediately and continued with work.

Ellen got home later in the day, after successfully avoiding Mr Ethan at work. She took over from Anne, the chef, to make dinner for Maurice. That was actually one of the ideas Lorenzo suggested during their call.

The goal was for him to eat his favorite food and wine in their bedroom , while she would try to calmly explain the situation to him. And after that, they might just venture into a long night of wild intimacy .....how much she missed that!

She decided to make very spicy pasta with smoked salmon and meat balls for dinner.

Maurice likes lemonade, so she made a nice one for him. She went ahead to design their bedroom with the help of the housekeeper, Vincent. The guy was good at such surprising decors and aesthetics.

Soon, darkness began to descend quickly and the night came by . Ellen had a warm shower, put on a quite revealing nightie and started waiting up for her man.

Maurice was not one to keep late nights so, it surprised Ellen that by 8pm, he wasn't back yet.

In a short while, his trail of cars drove into the premises and soon, he was at the last floor of his building where his chambers was.

The stench of a strong wine followed Maurice into the bedroom. That was where the plan began to fail. She never expected him to be drunk!

"What happened to him? Why's he drunk?" Ellen asked her husband's aide who helped him upstairs.

"He visited the evening club, ma'am. I tried to stop him after he took two glasses from the wine, but he refused and took in the entire contents . That's why he's drunk, ma" he calmly explained, carefully exempting the part he wasn't in the right place to tell.

"You may go now " Ellen said and immediately he left, she locked the door while Maurice staggeringly sat on the sofa.

"Babe, I made spicy pasta and meat balls, your favorite. I'll feed you, since you're a bit tipsy " she gestured, appearing calm and smiley.

"I don't need your damn food! Stay the hell away from me " he stuttered, trying to get up from the sofa.

"Maurice, you need to eat. Taking just alcohol isn't good for you "

And suddenly, he began to laugh at her mockingly. He was drunk indeed, but why he became drunk was still in his memory.

"She's....she's doing it the way her lover asked her to do it. Haha! " he was staring at his wall clock while talking, as if telling it all he'd said.

Ellen was confused at this point. She thought his drunkenness had really gotten to his senses. So she tried to calm his nerves , when he started mimicking what Lorenzo had said to her on the phone;

"Oh, make him his favorite meal for dinner. Arrange a nice decor in the bedroom and try to talk out things with him. If it doesn't work, try some lustful movements or seduce him......rubbish!" he spat as he successfully got up from the sofa and staggered towards Ellen.

"He now tells you what to do and how to pacify me after what you guys did? Is this some kind of victim role play, huh? How stupid you must think i am, Ellen "

His wrath was all over him that his drunken state slowly began to disappear . He walked menacingly towards Ellen, who began to step backwards.

"I waited for you to explain what was going on or rather do some confessions the first day this issue appeared on the media, but no! You kept pretending like nothing happened. Only God knows what the heck could have went on, if you stayed in Italy for a year. You might as well become his wife without my knowledge " Maurice vented, as he was now two inches close to Ellen whose back had hit the wall.

He grabbed her by the jaw and yelled;

"Wasn't I enough for you, Ellen? Don't I treat you so well on bed that your moans echo in every corner of this mansion?"

Ellen couldn't speak at all. Tears kept flowing down her cheeks to her chest and even into her nightie. She never slept with Lorenzo ! And to think he knew of her call with him ....Gosh!

Maurice released his grip on her jaw as he had started getting really drowsy.

Landing on the bed while Ellen was still recovering from the pains on her jaw, Maurice dropped these words

"I'm filing for a divorce "