When There Is Nothing Left But Love

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?”

into signing a contract with unfair terms. And now you’re using me to achieve your goals? How can I trust that you will keep your end of

that my chest

he still went to the extent of throwing a tantrum when he didn’t get the same breakfast as his son. If this went on any further, I’d

gaze. “Once you’ve signed the contract, you’d be recognized as the mother of Gregory Hall. I’m not like Marcus. I would never

he had brought up Marcus,

was interrupted by the appearance of a woman and

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

hatred on his face. But before I could say any more, his body started

pain as he tried to steady himself with his hand on the table. Big beads of

“Ashton?”

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

the floor. I had no choice but to kneel beside him,

as sweat continued to soak through his hair. But when he felt my touch, his hand immediately shot up to grab my wrist.