Pained

"Are you gonna close your mouth anytime soon or are you waiting for a fly to move in?"
Clinton couldn't help but ask his best friend who was crouched over another video of his ex-wife and her new found lover.
"I can't believe this!" He snapped slamming his hand on his desk like he was intending to chop it into two at that moment.
"Why? Why would she do this?" He said out, looking pissed.
"We just broke up and she's already with another man!"
Clint looked at his friend with that same patience that was running out of steady supply.
"I'm sorry but if I remember correctly a certain someone had a woman warming up his bed last night..."
Ethan's face looked constipated as his friend pointed this out.
"Not to mention, she is a divorcee and not a widow...so what's your deal? she's a young woman did you expect her to pine after you for the rest of her life?"
Ethan had nothing reasonable to say to this, he already gave a bunch of flimsy excuses.
"That redhead was just a fling," he shivered as he remembered that it almost cost him his life, because the girl had rode him like she had no tomorrow to look forward to.
"This... this couldn't have been something that started a while ago...."
He said turning his phone screen over to his friend looking for affirmation to his suspicions but Clint just shook his head.
"Ethan..." He said getting up. "I want to know one thing..." He took the phone from him as if he was actually going to take a closer look and checking to see if he missed anything in the new video of them at the beach.
"What's that?" Ethan speared the question at him as he rested on his cushioned spinning chair.
"Is there a chance that you realize why you are doing all of this?"
"Meaning what? if you are going to say something Clint just get to it without beating around the bush so much," he said.
Clint sighed, dropped the phone, and gave his friend a look that was sharp enough to pierce through the glass.
"You seriously don't know why this is frustrating you so much? w
Why it makes you want to pull out all of your hair..." he said, as he bent closer.
"Why it's crushing your heart into a million pieces everytime you see them together and you wish..."
His voice got lower.
"You wish you were the one there holding her hand, being the cause of her smile...being the only man in her life"
He sighed.
At this point, Ethan let out a cold dry chuckle.
"You think...you think that I'm in love with her or something? How could I fall for my pawn? She means nothing to me!"
"Then act like it before I punch you in the face!"
His best friend snapped at him.
"She was your pawn, she has played her purpose in your life and now she's gone whatever she's doing..." His tone got even more serious.
"Whoever she is with...is truly none of your business at all, Ethan."
Ethan bit his bottom lip as his friend spoke to him. He was definitely trying to hold back the great urge to punch him in the face.
It was his business!
That was what he thought, but since for some reason his own best friend didn't seem to be seeing eye to eye with him on the issue but was rather coming up with absurd ideas like he had actually loved a pawn he decided that he wasn't going to bring it up with him.
"Alright, it's not like I care about her or anything..." He said to him.
"Sure you don't, the only thing you care about is your ego," Clinton replied.
Ethan gritted his teeth as Clint walked out on him, he had not expected that he would be acting like this over Agnes and he wasn't the only one that was going to lecture him.
His father called asking to see him, he had hoped that they would be talking about his inheritance but then when he came to the old man's mansion he was subjected to a fresh set of lectures.
"Ethan," He began as the maid had served both with them with wine and he had not taken his eyes off the girls butt, till she was out of sight.
The old man shook his head.
"So since you didn't want to settle down you thought that the best thing to do was to trick me, correct?"
Ethan now back to the present shifted on the couch.
"It was all your fault Father, if you hadn't decided to trigger me by saying you would give those bastards your property..."
The old man gritted his teeth.
"They are your family, Ethan and you will not call them with such a deformative name,"
Ethan looked at his Father pitifully.
"If only you knew Father, if only you knew the truth about that *dear* brother of yours you might even call a hit man on him, that's if you don't make him pay yourself"
It always twisted Ethan's stomach just how oblivious his father was to the obvious reality that he had been played.
But then his mother was gone, leaving his father with the fantasy image of a loyal partner that never existed, this was a fantasy that the poor man had held for so many decades that shattering it now, would mean nothing short of inhumanity.
Ethan adjusted his picture where he sat, that move showed her discomforted he was, as his father's scrutinizing eyes were not leaving him for a single second to even catch a breath
"Is this why you hate him so much?" He asked his son as he crossed his leg.
"Do tell me what this horrible secret is that makes you feel that you must insult your Uncle...."
He still didn't say anything.
"Aren't you going to talk after all I'm nothing but a gullible old fool that you can play petty tricks with so tell me..."
Mr Moore adjusted to get more comfortable where he sat.
"What new story do you plan to feed me?"
"Fine then," Ethan grunted "You want the truth well your wife..."