The Bound Between Us

Chapter 720

Tavon was losing his cool, his patience worn thin. People can be so selfish, always picking on the easy targets. Tavon knew deep down that Ashley still had feelings for him, and no matter how much of a jerk he was, she'd still be there, circling around him like a moth to a flame. He stumbled up the stairs, leaving Ashley wiping away her tears and chasing after him, ready for yet another argument. Women, Tavon thought, always had to have the last word. All Ashley really wanted was for him to turn around, see her for who she was, and build a life Mogether. But Tavon slammed the door in her face, leaving her outside, yelling and pleading as he buried himself under the covers, ignoring her cries.

Salma had seen through Tavon's selfishness ages ago. She'd let go of any fantasies. Sure, she could lend a helping hand when he was in trouble, but nothing more. No more daydreams.

There were too many women like Ashley in the world, thinking they could tie a man down, make him listen, love them. And when they didn't get what they wanted, they'd grow hysterical, full of resentment. Women shouldn't pin all their hopes on a man, Tavon thought. The more you expect, the more you're let down. Once resentment builds, it's tough to move on.

Alisa had a bit of Ashley in her too. When Jason got out of the hospital, she practically moved in to take care of him, doing everything to please him, refusing to leave. Feeling trapped, Jason had to call Ashley from the countryside. With Ashley back, Alisa had no excuse to stay.

At first, Ashley treated Alisa like a friend's partner,

you as a daughter-in-law. You should let go of that idea." Ashley was direct, cutting through the nonsense like a

caught off guard. "Mrs. Morton, Jason and I..." Alisa forced a

up all the time. I can tell my son doesn't love you. Let's be honest-you're divorced, have a daughter, average looks, mediocre skills-what do you have to

and Jason. Alisa's cheeks turned crimson with shame and anger. "Mrs. Morton, I... I..." Alisa stammered, her eyes welling up. "I cook for Jason, take care of him. He's terrible at looking after himself, skips meals, has stomach issues, doesn't know when to

I can do all that, and so can a housekeeper. My son needs a wife, not a caretaker or another mother. Your family has leaned on

eyes. "Mrs. Morton, Jason chose to help us. We never asked

think I'm blind to it. All the money he's made has gone to your family. Why not name a price, buy him out once and for all? How much do you need before your family stops leeching off my