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?”

you’re using me to achieve your goals? How can I trust that you will keep

that my chest was heaving as I shouted at

started to have doubts about his character. Despite being a company president and one of the richest men, he still went to the extent

my outburst. He finished the last mouthful of his food and slowly dabbed his mouth with his handkerchief. He then finally looked up and met my gaze. “Once you’ve signed the contract, you’d be recognized

had brought up Marcus, I was

was interrupted by the appearance of a woman and children. One couldn’t help but wonder if he was a

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

words, a look of hatred on his face. But before I could say

hand on the table. Big beads of cold

“Ashton?”

times, but no response came. As seconds went by, he looked

and crumpled to the floor. I had no choice but to kneel beside him, keeping my hand on his

continued to soak through his hair. But when he felt