The Son-in-law's Revenge

Chapter 3

As Ethan stood outside, lost in thought. Someone came to stand beside him waited patiently till he noticed them.

Ethan pulled out of his thoughts and glanced at the person staring at him with a beautiful smile.

Without talking, the person removed her baggy jacket and placed it over Ethan's ripped shirt.

"No.. no.. I can't take this." Ethan quickly declined, removing the jacket.

"Take it, it's the least I can do." The female smiled again.

Ethan nods gratefully and welcomed the warmth the jacket brought.

"My name is Ruby." The lady beamed, "You saved my grandfather earlier."

"Oh... okay. "

"Thank you very much, and if you need my help later don't hesitate to let me know. " She squeezed her card into his pocket.

Her mind wondering why he was being treated poorly.

"What's your name?" Ruby asked.

Ethan stared off at the sky as he replied, "Ethan. My name is Ethan."

Ruby nods and disappears back into the hospital.

Unknown to them, Isabel watched the entire exchange and was shaking with fury.

She took her phone out and called him, "Where are you?" She snapped into the phone.

Ethan frowned at her tone but wasn't surprised, "Outside." He answered.

"Meat me at home, now!" She hung up and entered her car, driving off. Knowing fully well that her husband had no money or bus card with him.

The minute she left, Williams came out of the hospital with a smug smile. The smile looked so out of place on his lanky body.

He walked towards Ethan, glaring at him spitefully.

"You heard what grandma Logan said inside, soon Isabel will be mine. Instead, why don't you make things easier for both of us. Divorce her as soon as possible and I'll give you five thousand dollars for emotional stress."

"Unless you can give me two million, I'm not interested. "

Williams barked out a laugh, "I see you've turned to a beggar now. You didn't even bother to wait till you leave the family. Victoria needs to hear about this." He scoffed and left.

Ethan glared at Williams retreating figure and began the long walk home.

When he got home, Isabel was already waiting. Her face was red with anger.

"You can't even get a single job done!! How hard is it for you to convince my parents that we can't get divorced. "

"I.."

"Shut it, I have no time to listen to your excuses. I hope you know you are giving me a million dollars, so unless you have a million dollars, I suggest you find a way to get us out of this situation. "

"I will think of something." Ethan promised.

"You better!" Isabel snapped, "and you are not allowed to leave this premises, you can't even go to my parents house."

Ethan nods in response, wondering where that was coming from. Her parents house was just about two hundred feet away from theirs. It was almost impossible to ignore them.

"And by the law of this country, I hope you understand that you married, so tell your girl toy to leave you else she'd regret it." Isabel threatened.

Ethan immediately knew who she was talking about.

"I have no plans on meeting her again. "

"Good." Isabel flipped him off, "I'm starving, go and cool dinner."

***

The next morning, when he woke up , he noticed the house was silent, Isabel had gone to work. He and Isabel don't share a room together. While she stayed in the master's bedroom, he slept in the servant's room at the far end of the hall.

He cleaned the house and made breakfast for himself. Afterwards, he took out his phone and searched for, "ways to stop a divorce when you are poor."

None of the answers he got helped his predicament.

He sat back and used this medicine. The doctor had promised with the medication, he would be able to get fragments of his memory. It's been three months and he hasn't gotten even an image.

He let out a frustrated sigh and screamed internally, then an idea came to him.

He took a picture of the tattoo on his forearm and searched for it online in hopes it would help him with his identity.

Nothing online could identify his tattoo, only the wordings.

Apparently, 'Viva la vida' meant long live life. It held no hint to his past.

Suddenly the door burst open and Victoria waltz in with a fixed glare and an angry smile.

"Mother in-law." Ethan hurriedly got to his feet, "What brings you here?"

"This is my daughter's house and I can come in whenever I want."

"Yes, Mother-in-law, do you need help with anything?" He had his head bowed.

"Tell me, how much do you need to leave my daughter alone?"

"Two million dollars." Ethan almost blurted out instead he replied, "Your daughter depend on each other for survival. So I'm sorry, I can't leave her."

"Is it enough that you've ruined her life? How about I give you three thousand dollars. Will you leave her then?"

"No.."

She huffed and scoffed, "I am going to get the country's best lawyers on this case. Let's see if you'll still act haughty then."

She spurned on her heels and left. Ethan breathed a sigh of relief. He needs to find a solution as soon as possible.

The doorbell rang again, Ethan frowned and opened the door, thinking it was one of Isabel's delivery men.

The instant he opened the door, the person at the entrance grabbed his hand and stared at the tattoo.

Ethan stared at the man in confusion, "Who are you?" He asked.

Relief flooded the huge man's body as he glanced up at Ethan, "It's me, young master. It's me Drogo. Don't you remember me? I found you at last."

"I don't remember you, do you know me?"

Drogo eyes widened in horror and worry as he stared at his young master, who traveled for a meeting and never came back home.

"I am your bodyguard and personal assistant."

Ethan's forehead creased as he regarded the person and asked the question that has been on his mind since he woke up, "Who am I?"

The man's chest swelled with pride as he replied, "You are Ethan Zaitsev Belinsky. A renowned Doctor and the heir to Belinsky enterprises. "