When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I smiled, amused at how predictable women can be.

“Is Ashton not back yet?” Nora asked after noticing how quiet and empty the villa was.

“Yeah, I think he’s been pretty busy these days.”

I had tried calling Ashton earlier, but there was no answer. After a few attempts, I gave up on it.

Just then, the yard was illuminated by a car’s headlights. Nora turned to smile at me. “Could that be Mr. Fuller?”

I shrugged, secretly hoping for her to be right. Alas, my hopes were dashed when the car parked at Armond’s house.

Nora’s eyes lit up when she realized it was Armond who had just come home. “Our poor punching bag is back! That’s my cue to leave. Bye!”

With Nora gone, I headed back into the villa. The food I prepared had gone cold by now, so I decided to call Ashton again.

where are you? Are you on your way home? I’ve made dinner for us. Will

first-time cooking at home, and I had planned it so we could have a heart-to-heart talk over dinner. I had gotten sick of arguing with Ashton, so I knew compromisations had to be made for our relationship to be more sustainable. It was all about knowing when to give

butterflies in my stomach. I was worried

it’s Rebecca. Ash is currently in the shower. I don’t think he’ll be home tonight, so you

had answered Ashton’s phone before, but that was in the past when I had braced myself for the possibility of Ashton leaving me for her. This time, however,

grown certain that what Ashton felt toward Rebecca was nothing more than a sense of responsibility. But now that I knew he was at her place, it instantly destroyed the

not reply, Rebecca’s tone got even more condescending. “Ms. Stovall, I’ll let Ashton know that you want him home. But please have your dinner first.

be snubbed by her anymore, I promptly ended the call. I stared at the dinner I had prepared,

and trust? That’s all

of my head. I had so much faith in myself that I wouldn’t be bothered by their relationship, yet

make me even more frustrated as unpleasant memories came flooding back.

fraught with worry and pain. Then, to make matters worse, my stomach started to hurt. I was suffering from emotional and physical pain at the same time. Life can be so cruel

it was too early for bed, or the emotional rollercoaster I was on kept me awake. Either way, falling

reading might help calm me down, so I headed to the