Ethan's POV
I was upstairs in my bedroom searching for my car keys when I heard her voice from downstairs calling out to me. What the fuck was she doing here already?
I walked out of the room and went down the stairs. She was standing at the bottom, all excited with another woman beside her. She informed me that she'd caught an early flight and introduced the woman beside her as Dianna Promme, a wedding planner. What the hell was wrong with this woman?
She moved in for a hug but I pushed her away gently. I tried to explain that I needed to talk to her but she began talking to Dianna Promme. I was getting impatient.
She squealed at the pictures of a wedding magazine.
I noticed Emma in the corner. I went over to her and instructed her to go to the guest room while I handled Sharon. Things had the potential to get ugly and I didn't want Emma getting caught in the middle of it. She complied and I sat next to Sharon, watching the woman who betrayed me, the woman I had proposed to, the woman I was supposed to get married to. I had to deal with her drastically but privately.
I had no idea who Dianna Promme was, so I didn't want to make a scene in front of her while she was in my house. I had to be professional. I tossed my anger aside, for now, and pretended I was into the wedding planning.
Emma approached me and handed me my coffee. I so needed this coffee right about now. My tongue brushed on something hard.
What the hell! Why is there a ring... Wait a minute... Did she seriously do what I think she did?
I looked down the entrance to the guest rooms and saw her bright brown eyes peering at me. I got up and followed her, forgetting about Sharon who was so enthralled in the wedding planning she didn't even notice me get up.
Emma locked herself in the room while I pounded on the door, yelling for her to let me in, not caring who heard me. She told me to go to hell.
I was furious. Why she just couldn't trust me?
She screamed again for me to "go away".

I knew she was upset, maybe she thought I was reconsidering Sharon. I stopped banging on the door and hid slightly against wall to see if she would step out. I watched as the door opened slowly. I stepped out and pushed it open. I walked in, looking at her with rage, but I wasn't upset with her. I was mad at myself for being so blind.
"What's this?" I asked, holding up the ring, "Didn't I tell you that if you take it off we'll have a serious problem?"
She seemed to be scared of my tone or the look on my face, maybe both, because she wouldn't even look at me.
"Why is she still here? Oh, you can't hear me now? I asked why is she still here?" She was getting very sassy with me. I would have to punish her for that.
"She's here because I want her to be here," I answered sharply.
She gasped. Tears flooded her eyes. "Don't touch me. Don't you ever touch me!" she snapped as I tried to comfort her.
"Emma, stop this. You don't understand what's going on here."
"Oh, I understand perfectly, Mr. Hollen."
She really knew how to push my buttons.
"You just wanted to get me into bed with you. Now that your fiancee is back I could go to hell for all you care. If you wanted to get rid of her she'd be gone by now, but you don't. You were wrapped up with her tightly on the chair that you could practically pass as the thong up her ass."
Ouch. Talk about no chill. This girl was spitting words like a flame thrower.
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