Finding out that Drew is Ethan’s father momentarily overshadows the bullshit I’m going through for the time being. How the hell am I going to keep my cool around Ethan knowing that the man he knows as is uncle is his dad? I don’t know whether to blurt it out or talk it over with a bottle of whiskey because wine would not be strong enough for this kind of conversation.
In the meantime, I’m going to keep my mouth completely closed because I don’t know if he’s going to be mad at me for finding out first. He may say that I should’ve allowed Drew to spread the news like wildfire…maybe that wasn’t the best pun in light of finding out about Drew’s wife sudden death. Speaking of, did Drew’s wife know? Did Ethan’s fake father know? Did anyone know other than Drew and obviously Ethan’s adulterer mother?
I just can’t imagine going through life being raised by someone who isn’t my father. I had my dad for a few years and it was great. I would totally resent my mother if she’d allowed someone else to bring me up in life. However, in Ethan’s case, he did gain a whole company from his fake father and is doing quite well for himself. I doubt he would be this successful running a law firm.
For the rest of the evening in the apartment, I remain quiet for the most part. When Ethan asks, I politely tell him that I’m just stressed about the club mess. He believes it because it’s true. I’m still highly pissed about my name being in the paper, but I can’t do much about that. I can do something about this huge secret I’m holding on to, but it’s not my place to tell anyone. Later in the night while Ethan is sleeping, I find Drew’s social media and stalk him. I stalk his children, his pictures, their pictures, and the works. With each smiling picture, it kind of angers me that Drew could go all these years raising his kids, while neglecting Ethan. I’m sure there may be more to the story, but right now I’m just working with the facts that I have, and my judgment is not on Drew’s side. It also troubles me that Ethan’s mother would go through a whole pregnancy allowing a man to think it was his child in her tummy when in fact it’s his adopted brother. How did that even happen? Did she have the hots for Drew and just decide to jump his bones to scratch the itch while not thinking of the consequences?
I need to know more!
Okay, maybe I’m becoming a little obsessive over this. I mean in my defense, I have a lot of shit going on in my own life so it’s nice to focus on someone else’s problems for a while.
While I’m snooping on Drew’s page, I begin to feel a sneeze coming on. I don’t think anything of it and proceed to let it out. However, it becomes a real problem when I end up liking a status from 2 years ago about a fishing trip. My mouth gapes open and I hurry to undo it, but I know the damage is done. On cue, a few seconds later, I receive a friend request from Drew. Fantastic job Thea.
With no reason to ignore it, I accept it and a moment later, I get a message from Drew asking me while I’m spying on him. It doesn’t take much to come up with an excuse, so I type back telling him that I’m just interested in the man my mother is seeing since I don’t know him that well. He accepts the excuse and tells me to snoop as much as I want. Oh, I plan to.
I snoop until my eyes can’t take it anymore and I need sleep. Shutting the laptop, I put it on the floor and cuddle next to Ethan. I know it seems like all fun and games to pry, but I feel really bad about this whole thing. So much has been going on lately and I don’t think Ethan needs any more trouble on his plate. Ever since we got together, it’s just been something outrageous going on nonstop and we could use a little peace.
With that being said, I make the decision right then to not tell him. If Drew wants to share the truth, then that’s on him. I will not be the one to get in between them. I just want to be Ethan’s support when it happens. As if fiancé, that’s all I should do.
The next morning, I wake to find Ethan already up and moving. Since I stayed up until 3am, I’m a little more hesitant to get out of bed. It doesn’t really matter seeing as I’m not going to work. Ethan is surely doing damage control on the company’s reputation. It can’t be good to find out that an employee is a member of a sex club and has been outed by the larges newspaper in the state.
Eventually, I manage to roll out of bed with the motivation of the deep aroma of coffee in the air.
“Babe, can you pour me a mug? I didn’t get much sleep last night.” I say, rubbing my eyes.
“Good morning, Thea.”
I gasp, opening my eyes to find Drew sitting at the kitchen table eating a bagel. When I look up at Ethan, he points his spoon down at my body. I glance down and make a sprint back to the room, realizing that I don’t have any pants on.
I come back out a few moments later, completely clothed and with a cup of coffee waiting on me.
“Good morning.” I mumble, going over to Ethan to kiss him.
“Why didn’t you sleep well last night?” Ethan asks and before I can say anything, Drew clears his throat.
“Well, someone was stalking me on social media. She was trying to get the dirt.” He chuckles and Ethan shakes his head.
“She’s always been one to snoop around.”
Shrugging, I sip my coffee.
“You never know what you’re going to find. Criminal record, secret identification, secret love child.”
On the last one, I hear Drew choke a little on his bagel and look up at me as if he knows that I know. That’s impossible though. Or is it?
“Wow, that’s quite the assumptions.” He fakes a laugh and I smile.
“I have a wild imagination.”
“Tell me about it.” He says, drinking some water.
For a moment, Drew just looks at me and I look back at him. Something in his eyes is asking me if I know, but my eyes refuse to answer. I want him to sweat. I know just the thing that will make him damp around the collar.
“So, Drew, can you tell my mother to actually be home today. I came over yesterday with some wine and she wasn’t there.”
“Really? I didn’t hear anyone come in.”
“I tread lightly, but I left the wine on the counter after I realized she wasn’t there.”
“Oh, I thought your mother left that out.”
“Nope. It was me.” I smile, and he nods.
“I’ll let her know then.”
“Yeah, we have a lot to talk about.” And with that, I turn on my heels and walk back to the room without another word. I’m sure his mind is racing, wanting to know what’s going on in my head. He knows I was in the apartment yesterday and surely, he’s wondering if I heard. He’ll never know though. Like I said, my lips are sealed.