When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

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.

the call finally went through. “Ashton, where are you? Are you on your way home? I’ve made dinner for us. Will you

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 to be more sustainable. It was all about knowing when to give

me butterflies in my stomach. I was worried about

Stovall, it’s Rebecca. Ash is currently in the shower. I don’t think he’ll be home tonight, so you don’t have to keep dinner for

when I had braced myself for the possibility of Ashton leaving me for her. This time, however, my heart was

that what Ashton felt toward Rebecca was nothing more than a sense of responsibility. But now that I knew he was at her place, it instantly destroyed the trust I had in him and shattered the self-confidence

you want him home. But please have your dinner first. I’m afraid it’d be

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

trust? That’s all bullsh*t

out of my head. I had so much faith in myself that I wouldn’t be bothered by their relationship, yet here I was, steeped in

lay in bed and tried to calm myself down, but 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 past could

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 time. Life can be

bed, or the emotional rollercoaster I was on kept

decided reading might help calm me down, so I headed to the study to finish reading