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

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?”

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 the bargain once the custody matters

with so much rage that my chest was heaving as I shouted at

about his character. Despite being a company president and one of the richest men, he still went to the extent of throwing a tantrum when he didn’t get the same breakfast as his

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 as the mother of Gregory Hall. I’m not like Marcus. I would never ditch my flesh and blood. You can trust me when it comes

up Marcus, I was rendered

right. Marcus had seemed like a great man until his life was interrupted by the appearance of a woman and

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

face. But before I could say any

face contorted in pain as he tried to steady himself with his hand on the table. Big beads of cold sweat started to

“Ashton?”

but no response came. As seconds went

Ashton gradually lost all his strength and crumpled to the floor. I had no choice

continued to soak through his hair. But when he felt my touch, his