Loving A STRANGER 209 Chapter 209: Nothing To Worry About Me

Ethan placed his shoe to Tom's neck and applied pressure. "How dare you hurt my woman? Are you seeking for death? I can't let you hurt her, not even any other person," he hissed.

Kylie turned to look at Ethan and asked him, "What's wrong with people lately? How did I become the target for so many people's angst? I didn't do anything bad to anybody; why does it seem I did a terrible act?"

Tom was squirming and trying, without success, to get Ethan's shoe off of his neck. His face was red, and his breathing was shallow. 

"I don't know," Ethan replied. "There are some people in this world, though, who just can't handle others' success. It makes them go crazy. They can't accept defeat nor accept any failure from their own actions. Would you like me to kill Tom? It would be easy; nothing really – just a little more pressure and its lights out. G.o.d knows he deserves it."

"I almost want to say yes," Kylie replied in an instance, "but no. Let him up. He might be the villain of our story, but I don't want murder on my conscience. I can't let my man kill someone for me,"

Ethan felt sad for his wife. He knew why Tom acted this way, but he can't tell Kylie about it right now. He let go of Tom when Kylie stop him; however, he sent a resentful look to the man. Tom quickly get up, and before he leaves, he threw some words to Ethan. "You will regret what you did, Ethan. Saving that woman who obviously changed you a lot," 

"Shut up! You don't know what you are talking about!" Ethan snapped at him.

Kylie held Ethan's arm and said, "Honey, calm down, I am okay, nothing to worry about me," 

"I shouldn't have brought you to see Dora," He pulled her and hugged her tightly. 

Kylie didn't respond to him. She wrapped her arms around Ethan's waist. 

 ***

One the other end, Khloe slowly opened her eyes and found herself in an empty room with nothing in it except the bed she was lying on. She got up and went to the door, turned the handle, and was frightened to discover that the door was locked. She cried out for someone to help, and a woman appeared almost instantly, with a clipboard in her hands.

She said, "Please take a seat on the bed so that I can come in and talk to you."

Khloe took a seat, and the woman stepped in. She had a fold-up chair that she set up across from Khloe. She looked at Khloe and said, "h.e.l.lo, Khloe, my name is Mabel. Do you know where you are and why you're here?" The woman asks her in a gentle tone. 

Khloe shook her head and said, "The last thing that I remember is being at the Oscars. I thought that I'd won an award, but it was a mistake, and everyone was laughing at me… and my right arm hurts."

"You are in the hospital, specifically, the psychiatric unit," Mable replied.

"After what happened at the Oscars, you became violent, and you were acting erratically. The Mobile Mental Health Crisis Unit came. They tried to calm you down, but you would not listen. They tried to restrain you, but you fought them off better than anyone I've ever heard of. In the end, they had to inject you with a chemical that would put you to sleep. The injection insertion was on your right arm, which is why it hurts.

"We've run some tests while you were asleep," Mabel continued. "Everything seems to be alright. Of course, we will have to work together to get to the root of what happened, but your child is fine, which should lift your spirits. Do you have any questions about anything that I've said so far? If nothing then we can continue with our session,"

Khloe's eyes went wide, mostly where the woman mention child, "Did you just say that I'm pregnant?"

"Well, how about that?" Mabel laughed. "You didn't know; well, congratulations. The baby is around four or five weeks old."

Hearing this, tears of joy ran down Khloe's face. She knew that the father had to be Ken. It wasn't Aiden at all, but he had to do it for the sake of her plan. In fact, after having s.e.x with Ken, she'd worried that she might be pregnant. Now though, her greatest fear had been actualized, and it had turned into her greatest joy. With this news, the night at the Oscars felt completely unimportant. She should be grateful that she can carry out another plan to pursue her purpose to be Aiden's wife. 

That being said, she still had to keep perspective. She looked at Mabel and said, "This is such great news, but I am very afraid of the future. After what happened at the Oscars, my career is ruined, and my plan to marry into a super-wealthy family has been thrown out the window. Worst of all will be having to watch Kylie's star climb up while mine disappears into oblivion."

Suddenly, someone knocked on the window. Alice was there, and Mabel asked Khloe if she felt up to having a visitor. Of course, it killed her to know that she had been admitted into the funny farm, but it was too late. That cat was out of the bag. Khloe looked at Mabel and said, "I think I would like a visitor."

"If at any time you need me," Mabel said, "press the red b.u.t.ton at the side of your bed. Your friend won't see it, but it will let us know to come in and explain that the visit is over. That way, you don't look like the bad guy."

Mabel nodded to Alice as she opened the door.