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.

are you? Are you on your way home? I’ve

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

I was worried about him being upset about Marcus and not giving me

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

in the past when I had braced myself for the

felt toward Rebecca was nothing more than a sense of responsibility. But now that I knew he was

your dinner first. I’m afraid it’d be late by the time he makes it back, and you know food doesn’t taste as good when it’s

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

and trust? That’s all

of my head. I had so

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

another sleepless night as I tossed and turned in bed, 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

early for bed, or the emotional rollercoaster I was on

headed to the study to finish reading