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.

are you? Are you on

I had planned it so we could 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

of the call gave me butterflies in my stomach. I was worried about him being upset about Marcus and not giving me a

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

when I had braced myself for the possibility of Ashton leaving me for her. This time, however, my heart was not

Ashton felt toward Rebecca was nothing more than a sense of responsibility. But now that I knew he was at

I did not reply, Rebecca’s tone got even more condescending. “Ms. Stovall, I’ll let Ashton know that you want him home. But please have your dinner first. I’m afraid it’d be late by the time he makes it back, and you know food doesn’t taste as good

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

and trust? That’s all bullsh*t

I tried to keep my anger at bay, I couldn’t get the dripping sarcasm from Rebecca’s voice out of my head. I had so much faith in myself

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 make up

tossed and turned in bed, fraught with worry and pain. Then, to make matters worse, my stomach started to hurt.

it was too early for bed, or the emotional rollercoaster I was on kept

down, so I headed to the study to finish reading “Three