Chapter 327

**Chapter 0327**

Ethan sighed as he stepped off his front porch and walked toward his car. “You need to stop showing up at my house, Stella,” he said.

Stella Airborne, a stripper, stood a few feet away, looking taken aback.

Ethan had been close to her and they had shared intimate moments. But now, as he walked away, she followed him, tears in her eyes.

“You haven’t returned any of my calls, Ethan,” she said, tugging nervously at her hands. She looked upset, her body tense with emotion.

He was trembling.

“There’s nothing we need to talk about,” he said firmly. “It’s over between us.”

“Is it because of that rich woman?” Stella asked, her voice shaking.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” he replied, looking away.

“I’m not stupid,” she said, grabbing the car door handle before he could open it. Ethan paused and turned to her, his eyes blazing with anger. He was not someone to be messed with, especially not by a girl like her.

Ethan’s voice was low and tense. “Watch yourself. You’re forgetting your place,” he warned.

“I saw her here, you know,” she replied, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Ethan narrowed his eyes, trying to understand. “What?”

“That girl… the one you want. That’s Irene Landry, right?” she asked, her voice shaking a little. But her eyes held a shadow that Ethan had never seen before.

“I saw her with you before. I’m assuming…”

“She’s just another one of your pieces of ass.”

“She’s my fiancé,” he growled. “Leave her out of this. You shouldn’t have come here in the first place. She should have never seen you.”

“What do you want from me?”

“I’m not sure if I should tell her the truth about us,” I thought.

Suddenly, Ethan grabbed her by the throat. In an instant, he slammed her against the car door. She gasped for air, struggling to breathe as she choked out a few words. It was clear she was in a desperate situation, trying to find a way to escape.

She tried to get him to loosen his grip, but he wouldn’t let go. Tears streamed down her face as she begged him to stop.

“Don’t you ever threaten me again,” he said in a low, menacing voice. Leaning in close, he whispered coldly in her ear.

He said, “You won’t like what will happen if you do.”

Without saying anything else, he pushed her to the ground. She let out a sob and rubbed her sore throat.

“You’re a…”

“Ethan, you’re a monster,” she said, her voice shaky as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“I never claimed to be anything else,” he replied softly. He opened his car door and slid into the front seat.

The only reason Stella had ever been drawn to him was because of his honesty.

She looked like Judy. That made things easy for him, and it didn’t take much to get her into bed.

Just before he put his car in reverse and backed out of his driveway, she grabbed the car door handle and pulled herself closer.

He thought about just driving off, even if she was hanging onto his car. But he really didn’t want to get blood splatters all over the paint.

He sighed and turned to look at her, narrowing his eyes.

Hissed, “Let go.”

“I’m pregnant,” she blurted out. Ethan’s heart froze. A wave of panic washed over him, making it hard to breathe as the world felt like it was closing in around him.

Even with her words hanging in the air, Ethan struggled to grasp what she meant.

Ethan kept a calm expression, even though he felt the weight of the news.

“I found out last week,” she said, wrapping her arms around herself. “I’ve been trying to reach you to tell you.” She looked at him earnestly, waiting for his response.

On the ground, a hint of pink colored her cheeks and nose.

“Okay?” Ethan asked after a long pause. He had to remind himself that she was a whore, which made it unlikely that the baby behind him was his. She had a way of making him doubt everything he thought he knew.

She was trying to make him feel guilty and stay close. But it wasn’t working.

“I’m pregnant with your baby, Ethan,” she said, her voice trembling a little as tears streamed down her flushed cheeks.

“How do you know it’s mine?”

His words hit her hard, like a slap to the face, and she recoiled from the impact.

“Because you are the only one I’ve ever been with…” she whispered.

“You weren’t a virgin,” he replied, cutting her off.

“Do you remember when we… well, you know, Stella?” Ethan growled, his frustration evident. “You’re a stripper, for crying out loud!”