Ashton's Empire

5

After contemplating what Emilie had said in the phone he decided to leave and went to the house he had an irk he didn’t want to go back to the house but he had to take his uncle because he was the one who had accepted him when he had decided to live a simple life.

“I have to go somewhere grandma, I’ll be right back” Ryan excused himself after they had finished all the introductions and entered one of the cars as the valet at the company parking lot gave to him.

In the highest speed imaginable he drive the car and within minutes he was at the front of the house he once shared with Emilie.

“Why are you outside Uncle?” Ryan rushed towards his uncle as the man was seated at the porch and shivering he seemed to be sick.

Taking him inside Emilie had not noticed the new accessories her husband now had she was bent on being bitter.

“Stop right there, I just wouldn’t allow you bring that man in her no more” she barked.

“He is my Uncle the one who once helped us when we had nothing Emilie” Ryan insisted.

“As if we have anything to stick to our name, please” She said and made a wave of her hand as she was irritated by his presence.

“Hey, old man thought I told you to leave and Ryan for god sake this man isn’t even related to you, because he helped you when you had nothing doesn’t mean you are entitled to take his smelly self into my house” she said still oblivious to what was in front of her.

“I said I would take care of him and you would not have a say in this” Ryan insisted but as he was insisting on that his Uncle had to be in the house shamelessly Emilie raised her hands into the air and the next thing he felt was a sting on his face, she had slapped him hard across the face.

“I have told you to never to raise your voice at me, as far as you can see you would never have a woman as sexy and beautiful as me as your wife or even a girlfriend so calm your horses and never you insist on talking while I talk okay” she said then this time it seemed like there was a lightening effect as she did a double take at his appearance she had finally noticed the change in him.

A clean cut, Armani suite and he smelled heavenly.

“Who on earth are you?” she asked as she took steps backwards taking in his appearance.

“The man you treated as trash” Ryan responded.

 “No, wherever you stole these accessories I would never be a part of that now go and take back the old rags you call clothes before you stand before me? She said not believing her eyes at all.

“Old man get out or I would personally throw you out myself ” she turned to the old man who was still standing there shivering and waiting to be told what to do because the anger he saw in the young woman’s eyes screamed dead.

With a heavy heart he finally turned to his shivering Uncle and told him to wait outside for a few minutes whilst he spoke to his crazed wife.

“Uncle please wait for me outside” Ryan finally said to the man who had just been standing there dumbfounded at the reaction of a woman he had once loved and taken in as his daughter when she and her husband had nothing .

Here he was shivering and she had not even taken note of his situation and had not even asked if she could get some medicine or soup for his cold.

“Okay son” he said and went outside.

“Who did you beg these clothes from?” Emilie continued to ask her husband Ryan, somehow she still was not wanting to believe that he had become extremely confident.

“Emilie you don’t seem to be smelling the coffee right?” Ryan laughed a sinister laughter and then he turned his face towards their wedding picture that was at the wall.

“You know, when we were married on this fateful day, I was the happiest man on earth see how happy and smiling you were, you seemed genuinely happy hugging me, you couldn’t stop kissing my cheek, then I didn’t stink or reek of poverty to you, we made a good team and couple,” Ryan said but she simply humphs and turned her face before responding.

“What has that got to do with you stealing money wherever you where to buy these cheap clothes and all?” she said trying to change the subject because somehow she had begun to feel bad for what she had been doing but her over egoistic self was not going to let her accept she had been wrong from treating like trash when all he had given to her was love.

“You still are in denial that I don’t beg or want you to love me anymore since I came here, well honey wake up and smell the coffee because this is the version of me you would be seeing from now on”.

Somehow it was like a light bulb had made itself to her head as she looked at him wide eyed scaring him as she squealed and hugged him jumping.

“Honey, did you win the lottery, you selfish man, why didn’t you tell me you were into betting?” she said with smiles as she waited for him to confirm what she was saying.

“You are so sad to look at honestly Emilie, so if I had to win a lottery I would have come to you? The woman who had made me a laughing stock around town? Or the woman who does not want to take care of the man who had taken us in when we had nothing?” Ryan asked.

She moved back as if he had given her an idea, all she wanted was the fact that she wanted to share off the fortune he had gotten not caring to know what it was he had done to become this wealthy from the morning when he was humiliated and just few hours later he was looking like one of the eligible bachelors of the town.

“Where is he, he can come in I would take care of him and give him medicine if you agree to give me part of the money you have” she smiled while touching him seductively.

She knew she had starved his sexually for moths so she was sure he was going to take her into the bedroom to ravish her body it was a fifty-fifty gain, she gave her body to him and he gave her some money from the supposed lottery he had won.

But much to her dismay she was turned down and he shook his head as he pushed her to the side.

Just as Emilie was about to answer, her phone began to ring and she rushed to where it was to pick it up looking deeply at Ryan.

“Hello” she said into the phone to whoever it was she was talking to.