Ashley's POV:“Wh… what do you mean?”My voice comes out shaky and weak, but I have to force out the words regardless. I have to ask the question about how they are suddenly going to put my luggage out of the house, without asking me… or even informing me for that matter.“Is this some kind of prank? Because I am clearly not in the mood for that.”“Ma'am, please cooperate.”Another response, but none of these three words is a reply to my question.“Where is Ethan? I need to meet him. Step aside, or else it won't be good for you.”My voice raises on its own, and the anger that has been disguising itself as my sadness finally starts to take over me.“He is not here.”The person finally speaks something that is related to the questions I was asking.“Not here? Do you think I am a fool, or do you really think I am some random person trying to meet the owner of this house for clout? I have been living here–”My words drop off in the middle, as I realize that no matter how harshly I am talk
I drag myself out of bed, the weight of yesterday clinging to me like a heavy blanket I can’t shake off. My limbs feel heavy, like they want to stay glued to the mattress; the thought of staying under the covers for the rest of the day is tempting my soul. But I also know one thing: whether I want to meet anyone or not, Tiffany is going to come to my house. She feels like she has complete monopoly over me; and either she will walk into my house like she owns it, or she won't show me her face for the next month too. There is no in- between with her.And I can't have her disappear on me again. So I pull myself to the edge of the bed like a slug, wincing as soon as my feet touch the cold.The room is dim, but I don’t bother with the lights or the curtains. I stumble to the bathroom, splashing my face with cold water repeatedly, trying to force myself to wake up and hopefully feel something other than this numbness. But when I finally dare to look into the mirror, the reflection starin
Ashley's POV:I stare at Tiffany, stunned by her words. “But… how can it be?”Tiffany looks at me like I have just asked her the most obvious question in the world. “What do you mean by how? It is the way it is!”Her casual tone throws me off, and I feel a pang of irritation. I elbow her slightly, giving her a pointed and accusatory look. Leaning towards her, I chew on my words before spitting them out in a low voice. “I just clarified this yesterday, you know everything! Why did you still bring him here?”I am expecting her to reply in the same hushed tones, but Tiffany does the exact opposite thing.She beams happily and says out loud, like she is happy to announce it to the entire world, “You know what, Ash! I think that you really need to get over that silly crush of yours, and for that, it's necessary that you guys should talk about it and go on a date.”My face flushes with embarrassment. I can feel the heat crawling up my neck and into my cheeks, turning me a bright shade o
Ashley's POV:After Tiffany and Robert leave, I rush into my wardrobe to find a change of clothes.I shuffle through my clothes and my hand falls on a flowy red dress; without much thought, I put it on. Because I have another important task to finish, before I leave the house.I rush outside and grab my leather tote bag, inside which, I have started to put everything that I might need: my bank checkbook, in case I need to ask the person if he needs money in return for the information that he has… all the cash I currently have in the house… a few of my important jewelry pieces… and a pepper spray– after all, I can't trust him completely.In fact, I am at the stage of my life where I should not be trusting anyone; and I have tried to convince myself of this several times. But I don't know how my heart changes every single time, whenever someone shows a little care and concern towards me.Anyway, this is not the time for thinking about this.Now that I am ready, I call the Uber driver to
Ashley's POV:I take another few steps forward, holding myself together at the seams. I slowly start to lift the covers from the dishes that are placed on the table. Filet of Halibut fish… lobster carbonara… soup dumplings… fried shrimp salad… roast beef and pudding… deep fried olives with cheese…Just the aroma of all the foods that I'm uncovering is tempting me to forget all about the conditions under which I am here, or even the fact that I am being compelled to eat.Because as I keep lifting the lids, I see everything that has been placed on the table, is indeed my favorite. And I have to admit, I haven't had any of these since my parents have left.Even the Neapolitan pizza is from my favorite joint in New York, even though others might consider it trashy. But the question of whether or not I like these things isn't important right now; the important question is, how does this person know about all of this?I am forced to think that maybe, even Tiffany is not aware of all these
Mysterious Man’s POV:I can't help a smile from appearing on my face the moment I saw her entering the premises wearing a striking red dress… she never fails to take my breath away. And well, I also deserve my due credit; after all, it was indeed a great idea of mine to fit a secret camera wherever I can, in every angle possible… to get a full view of her, every time I want to. And that too, without showing my face.Because each time I see her being clueless, trying to find me and making efforts to see my face, I feel a weird yet comforting feeling warming my heart.After all, this is all I ever want in my life, Ashley, waiting for me, her eyes eager to see me… her being happy.Yes, her being happy and away from everyone is the ultimate goal of my life, because if there is anything that I am sure of, then it is the fact that I don't want to share her with anyone. And when I say anyone I mean it from the core of my heart!I am a little selfish for her love– actually, everything of he
Ashley's POV: I feel like someone has crushed my heart with a hammer, so brutally that I am unable to breathe… or do anything at all. Every portion of my body is telling me that they are not capable of functioning anymore… I am not able to think straight, say anything or even reply to the message I have just read… but I have to.I have to know the reality behind this note, that has left me feeling like a black hole has swallowed me whole. I have to know everything about the accident… because after seeing all these things, I am a hundred and ten percent sure that it wasn't an accident.But if it really wasn’t an accident then how did the police close the case? Why was nobody able to find these clues when the case was open! Why was everyone, including me, served with a completely different story about the crash of the car and blast that followed it?Or is it just me who has been served a completely opposite story? I need to find out…I need to find out everything… I have to get to the
Ashley's POV:So, this person knows my address too?I want to laugh at this thought of mine, the person knows every single favorite dish of mine, which even my best friend can be mistaken with, then how is it possible that he doesn't know about my address!Again, sometimes I am really funny… and an idiot.“Ma'am, can I play a song?"Driver's voice interrupts my thoughts, and I nod with a smile, which takes away all the energy that was left in my body.“When we were young… I met your dad, and when you are old, you will meet someone too!”A song where the singer, a mother, is narrating the story of her first meeting with her husband to her daughter, starts playing on the soundbox.I have heard this song countless times before, as my mother used to sing it every time she wanted to tease me about getting old and finding someone whom I love. Whom I love… probably, the words love, friends and family, have been a curse in my life from the very beginning.Otherwise, why would I only get hurt