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.

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

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

of the call gave me butterflies in my stomach. I was worried about him being upset about Marcus and not giving me a

currently in the shower. I don’t think he’ll be home tonight,

but that was in the past when I had braced myself for the possibility of Ashton leaving me

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

that you want him home. But please have your dinner first. I’m afraid it’d be late by the time he makes it back, and you know food doesn’t taste

promptly ended the call.

and trust? That’s all bullsh*t

anger at bay, I couldn’t get the dripping sarcasm from Rebecca’s voice out of my head. I had

lay in bed and tried to calm myself down, but all it did was make me even more frustrated as unpleasant memories came flooding back. At that moment, none of the good times I had with Ashton in the past could make up for the pain he caused

to make matters worse, my stomach started to hurt. I was suffering from emotional and physical pain at the same time.

or the emotional rollercoaster I was on kept me awake. Either

might help calm me down, so I headed to the study to finish