Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge
Chapter 77. Pathetic thing.

Chapter 77: 77. Pathetic thing.

After the talk with my mom, I ended up going to work. She says I have to come out as a strong woman to Duke Grand. According to her, I’ve shown him my sexy side and it’s not working, I should practice showing my strong hardworking side instead.

So that’s why I’m here right now, with all these annoying documents that need to be attended to. I’m trying to work on building up an image of a strong and hard working woman.

"Sir! Sir you can’t go in there when the madam isn’t around." What’s that noise coming from outside my office? "Sir please step back or I will be forced to call security!" That’s the voice of my secretary. So who is she talking to?

"Sir! You can’t go in there! The madam is not on seat!!"

Ah, I can guess who she’s trying to chase away. There’s only one person I instructed her to tell that lie to if he ever comes looking for me.

"Get out of my way you tramp!" The door bursts open and he steps in with my secretary trying to drag him out.

Rowan Fletcher.

"Sir! You have gone too far. I will call security this instant." She’s heaving angrily as she turns to face me, "Ma’am I am so sorry, he wouldn’t listen to—"

I simply wave my hand indicating that she steps out.

"Sorry ma’am." She says to me before eyeing Rowan and then walking out, leaving the two of us alone.

"Alicia!! How could you ignore all my calls, all my texts, I even emailed you!!" Urgh, why is he screaming? I’m having a shitty day as it is, I don’t need this idiot to add to it.

Why does he look like this though? Did he seriously get through the ground floor security looking like a malnourished hillbilly? We need to change security companies.

"And since when did you think it was right to raise your voice in front of me? Huh? And why do you look like you just escaped from a psychiatric ward?" I have to ask. He really doesn’t look normal. His beards are unkept, his face looks like he’s recovering from being hit by a truck and he seems to have shrunk a little too.

"If you had picked up my calls or replied to my messages you would know why I look like this!" He screams again and it’s really starting to get on my nerves.

"If you raise your voice one more time. I promise you, you’ll be dragged out of here within seconds."

"How do you expect me to bring my voice down?" He’s asking, but he’s already toned down the pitch of his voice. Idiot.

"Since you’re here, I guess you have something to say." I sit up straight and cross my legs in front of me. "Go on, I’m listening. As you can see I’m busy. I don’t have all day."

"They know." He says.

"What?"

"They know! They found out that Champagne never had cancer! They found out we conspired to make her get the hysterectomy procedure!"

Ah, that’s what he’s talking about. I thought it was something serious. "So?" I ask with a roll of my eyes.

"What do you mean so?! If they are able to gather evidence against us, it will be the end for the two of us!!"

Oh this gullible man!

I can’t control the laugh that builds up inside me and bursts out of my mouth in a rather uncontrollable and undignified manner. To think he really is so stupid.

"Why are you laughing?" He’s asking and it’s only making me laugh even more. "What’s so funny about what I just told you?" He asks again and I’m holding on to my stomach, laughing like I’ve been struck with laughing gas.

Oh my gosh, I’m laughing to the point of tears. "Oh, haha," I try to force myself to stop laughing. Holding my lips between my teeth and taking in deep breath.

"Are my words really so funny? You don’t think this is serious? We could end up in prison if we don’t do something about it!"

Oh please, I just managed to quell my laughter only for him to say it again. I think I’ll die of laughter at this rate. "You—" I laugh and try to talk at the same time, slamming my palm on the table again and again because it’s just so funny to me.

"You keep saying ’we’ and ’us’." I finally manage to say. "Why do you keep using those words? They are so funny." I say.

"What? What are you saying?" Gosh the look on his face is priceless.

"I mean how is it any of my business if Champagne finds out about the hysterectomy procedure?" I stroke my chin as if I am really trying to figure something out "What does it have to do with me?"

"What?"

"Rowan, why are you even telling me about this?" I ask with my hands dramatically spread out. "How does Champagne’s medical history concern me in any way?"

"What are you saying Alicia! You were the one who asked me to make her undergo the procedure!"

"Huh? When did we ever have such a conversation?" I bring my palms to my cheeks and stare blankly as though I really have no memory of such a conversation.

"Alicia!"

"I don’t remember ever discussing your ex-wife’s medical issues with you, so what are you talking about?!"

"Alicia, have you forgotten! You said you wanted her to do it because you loved me so much and that you were scared that if champagne got pregnant, I’d lose my love for you and love her instead. You said you wanted solid evidence of my unshaking love for you!"

"Hmm? Really? Did something like that happen?"

"Alicia!"

"Why do you keep screaming my name like I’m miles away from you. I’m sitting in the same room as you, Rowan."

"Have you seriously forgotten? I told you I could always just deny her sex, or use protection just like we’d been doing, but you insisted that it would not be possible to deny her sex forever because she was married to me and that she’d get suspicious if I kept denying her sex or continued using protection!! That’s what you said!"

Oh, he’s spitting all over the place. How disgusting.

"You were the one who came up with the entire plan that we should make her undergo the operation under the guise of cancer! So I started putting stuff into her food and drinks to cause her immense stomach aches and discomfort and because of that I was able to lie to her that she had cancer and make her sign the documents for the procedure! Everything was your idea how could you say you don’t remember!"

"Well, I sincerely don’t. What do you want me to do about my lost memory?"

"Alicia!"

"I don’t remember any of these things ever happening."

"Alicia, don’t joke with me. This is a serious matter. We have to come up with something real quick before it’s too late."

Is this man really foolish or what? Does he probably think I’m joking? I always knew this, but seriously he is so gullible.

"Why should I worry about something that in no way concerns me?"

"Alicia, this is no longer funny!"

"Well to you, it’s not." I slowly rise up from my seat. "To me, it is." I walk around the table till I’m standing in front of it.

"It very much is." I sit on the table, cross my legs and fold my hands over my chest.

"I mean, let’s say I do remember everything you’re claiming happened. What makes you think I will be going down with you?" I’m wondering.

He moves closer to me and with his hands spread out in front of him he says, "Because you are the one who asked me to do it!"

"Are you really stupid or what?" I can’t believe how dumb he is. "Was my name on the documents of consent she signed?" I unfold my hands as I begin to ask the questions.

"Was it my signature there? Was I the doctor who diagnosed her with cancer when she was perfectly healthy? Was I the one slipping drugs into her food and drinks? Was I the doctor who carried out the operation?!! Answer me!!"

"A _Alicia." He stutters

"It," I begin to poke his chest as I say every word. "was_ all_ you!"

He lets out a shocked low gasp as he staggers back and I climb down from the table, slowly and majestically walking, causing him to stagger back with every step I take.

"I had no hand in any of this." He’s looking at me with eyes that are shaking, "You came up with that plan, you carried it out and you—" He stumbles and falls this time and I’m standing right in the center of his legs, "—You will take the fall for it all."

Pathetic thing.