When There Is Nothing Left But Love

The phone call from Emery was supposed to be a sign of hope, but I felt like I had fallen so far down an abyss of self-doubt to the extent that I was unable to muster any energy for the rest of the day.

I did not expect Ashton to show himself, but at eight in the evening, he and a bodyguard walked in with dinner. I sat sluggishly on the couch and stared whilst they made preparations.

There was no expression on Ashton’s face. He walked over to me and helped me to the dining table. Like every expecting father, he held his wife and took small and measured steps.

We sat across from each other at the table. Ashton looked as if he was busier than before; he spent the entire meal replying to messages. I tried to engage him in conversation but did not manage to find an opening to.

After a half hour, the messages finally stopped coming in.

I set aside my cutlery and was about to speak when brash and insolent footsteps came from the door.

the last time we met. He was still the same

think that what you’ve constructed here is some sort of a private prison. I already feel like I’m

the only one unafraid of death. He was another one brazen enough to flirt with Ashton’s

noticed out of the corner of my eye that Ashton seemed to have expected him. He chewed placidly as he watched the

a pretense of sorrow. “To be honest, I can sense how much you are missing me. However,

help

have been busy culling out those who stood against him; thus, he must want something for him to be here instead

his infuriating behavior. “How dreadfully boring. If this is how you plan on receiving your guests, don’t bother inviting me over

dealing with his tricks. I glanced