In Love, Never Say Never

Reading about Scarlett would undoubtedly help me get better at pretending to be her, but I realized it had nothing to do with the life I had lost.

I decided it would make things easier if I started reading about the latest events. I was impressed with how much information they had about the lawsuit between the Fullers and Stovalls. But the strange thing was, there was no mention of me.

I felt like I had been lied to, and the sense of humiliation quickly turned into rage. “Didn’t you say these documents would help me get my memories back?”

To think I had been reading them so seriously!

“The sooner we settle the custody matters, the sooner you get to concentrate on getting back your memories. Is there a problem with that?” Ashton calmly replied.

“Are you saying that before the custody gets settled, you won’t look into my background?”

I was already angry and anxious, and Ashton’s calm composure added fuel to the fire. How many more times must I be played like a fool by this man?

Ashton blatantly ignored my question and changed the subject. “Are you done reading?”

me to achieve your goals? How can I

that my chest was heaving as I shouted at

richest men, he still went to the extent of

by my outburst. He finished the last mouthful of his food and slowly dabbed his mouth with his handkerchief. He then finally looked up and met my gaze. “Once you’ve signed the contract, you’d be recognized as the mother of Gregory Hall.

up Marcus, I

his life was interrupted by the appearance of a woman and children. One couldn’t help but wonder

I agreed with Ashton to some extent, his condescending tone was so off-putting that I had to retort, “Marcus may not be a good husband or father, but at least he has never once hurt me. You claim to be an upstanding gentleman, Mr. Fuller, but you constantly speak ill of others behind their backs. Let’s not forget how you don’t seem to like keeping your promises either. You’re the truly vile

frowned at my words, a look of hatred on his face. But before I could say any more,

he tried to steady himself with his hand on the table. Big beads of cold sweat started to

“Ashton?”

came. As seconds went by, he looked to be in even

to the floor. I had no choice but to kneel beside him, keeping my hand on his

eyes were tightly shut as sweat continued to soak through his hair. But when he felt my touch, his hand immediately shot up to grab my wrist. “Who’s