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
Ashley’s POV:Somehow, a full fortnight has passed since that incident, and only now have I finally managed to make myself composed again. Or as composed as a daughter can be, after finding out such harrowing details about the accident that snatched away both her parents at once, which she and everyone else had blamed as a cruel twist of fate. And this all has become possible, only because of Robert. Because Tiffany has again vanished somewhere, without informing either of us. But Robert has not left my side since that day, and has proven that he was the friend whom I have indeed been lacking in my life. Not only has he found a good forensic clinic for me, but he has helped me arrange all the tests… and today, the results are going to arrive.He has also helped me keep myself together, by reminding me about the fact that I have a dream to fulfill and a business to run… he is the perfect person any girl can desire to have in their lives.But even after all these things, I keep askin
Ashley's POV:I can tell you that it was the most traumatic and horrifying moment of my life, which can easily win the title of best short horror movie of all time.The clock, ticking away on the wall in front of me, is indicating the passing seconds of time, which are slowly slipping out of my hands… but at the same time the thought of why Ethan has replied to me today is haunting me so badly that I am unable to think straight. Or even breathe properly. The only thing that is striking against the drum of my mind repeatedly, is the question of why he has replied today… today of all days? At this time, out of all the hours, minutes and seconds I have spent wishing him to be here… here, with me.All these days, when I have been torturing myself non- stop every waking moment, thinking about what he would be doing now, or what I have done to him for him to react like that!But now I see that in fact, the problem is that I didn't do anything… anything at all.I haven't broken any rule of
Ethan's POV: I wait patiently for the reply for the first few minutes, knowing that Ashley hardly takes two to three minutes to reply to my messages. Maybe she will be even quicker, now that she has received a reply after days. But when she doesn't text me back, even after ten minutes, I impulsively start to check my phone every minute. She might be busy with something, that's why she hasn't seen my text yet? I was expecting an excited reply from her side, knowing that she won't be able to refrain herself from asking me where the hell I have been, and why the fuck I behaved like a jerk… or how I have been not reachable to all this time. Because the girl I left behind is someone who can't tame her curiosity to save her life, unless and until she believes you blindly. And once you get to that zone, she doesn't shut up for a minute to give anyone even a little fragment of peace, not even to save their life! But something strange is happening this time; it has been almost hal
Ashley's POV:I take a glance at the clock, I have a few minutes to myself before we have to leave for lunch. After saying goodbye to Mike, I plan on finally telling my feelings to Ethan when he is sober… judging by the state he was in last time, he probably isn't going to remember anything about our conversation. Just as I lift the second earring from the dresser, my phone rings, vibrating with an urgency. It is a call from my assistant, and I receive it quickly. “Yes M–”“Ma'am, did you see the news? The quotations from Mr. Johnson's bids are all over the place just before the bid is due to start, and everyone is speculating that it is you. News agencies are reaching out for an interview ma'am, what are we supposed to do?”“Okay… I will see what I have to do.”I disconnect the call, feeling a pit in my stomach. Of course, the public opinion will be against me now, as he has just said over the call. But not only that, Ethan might doubt me too… because I am the single person he ha
Ashley's POV: Although I have mentioned to Mike that I have to pick Adrin up, I still drive towards the church, knowing that I have lied to him.But why do I have to lie to him? Because if we are going to marry each other, it should be normal… a normal gesture of affection between couples, right? I gulp, realizing that the answer is painfully obvious. I know I am not being honest with anyone… neither him, nor with my own self. Caught up in this dilemma, I reach home, knowing that today is scheduled as Ethan's turn with Adrin.To my surprise, I find Adrin sleeping peacefully on his bed, having changed out of his uniform. And Ethan's car is still parked by the entrance…Finally, I notice Ethan… sitting on the floor, beside the couch, which is probably why I missed him in the first place. I walk around the couch with careful footsteps, until he comes fully into my view… and so does the drink in his hand, which he is chugging like no tomorrow. Rushing towards him, I quickly snatch t
Ashley's POV:Nobody can imagine the pain and frustration I have spent my night with… aside from stomping on my own pride and having to call off the engagement for the second time, the papers of the custody were something that I was fearing the most.But now when I have them in my hands, the only emotion I have left inside me is anger.Pure rage running through my veins like molten lava…It is in this anger that I rush to his house to confront him, the house I'm extremely familiar with. And without any consideration, I make a beeline for the stairs, directly barging into his room without even knocking or waiting.But the moment I step inside, I realize what a mistake I have made, because Ethan is in there… half- dressed as he is changing his clothes. It takes me a moment to process, and I have probably been staring at him for a few minutes straight before I spin on my heel, facing the door. The word “sorry" is on the tip of my tongue, but he chuckles before that;“Umm… hey Princess!
Ashley's POV:The incident of me falling and Ethan going completely insane because of panic, has done nothing else but to add itself in the list of evidence for something I don't want to acknowledge.His reaction was not only enough for letting me know the feelings in his heart, but his actions were enough to spread this news through the entire office too!And this is what has been keeping me awake at nights… I know that Mike obviously knows everything about that event, but that's not all. What's bothering me more than that, is the fact that he hasn't asked anything from me.At the same time, I haven't asked anything from him, either. But I know we can't go on like this… I need to tell him the truth and ask him the reason for his absence.With this thought, I step on the brakes, snatching my purse from the passenger seat as I get down in front of Mike's house. I step inside without knocking, knowing that he lives alone and my shouts are enough to tell him about my arrival.“Mike!! Mik
Ashley's POV: Even though I have committed to prepone the engagement, to save myself from the great disaster… I don't know what exactly I am supposed to do next.However, before I can do anything, my phone chimes, notifying me that I have received a text from Mike. The text is simple, with several sample invitations attached to it.“Please check these out, and let me know whichever one you like.”I quickly select the one that I have opened the first out of all, and text him back.“Should we announce a party before the engagement?”The text bubbles pop up within seconds, materializing into a reply soon enough. “Yes! I am ready to do everything which makes you happy. If you want to announce a party, then we will call one.”“Thank you!! Can you get me this invitation ready within five minutes, even in digital format? I need to send it to someone urgently.”“Whatever you want sweetheart.”With this message, he signs off and comes back within five minutes. “Here you go! See you tomorro
Ashley's POV:At last, I managed to drop Ethan off after lying to him, only to reach the hospital and find Adrin awake and sitting up on his bed. The moment I walk in, the first question Adrin has asked me is,“Mumma, where is Dadda?”But I am way too caught up in my inner conflict to give him a logical reply, or even think of one. Everything that happened in the daycare is still overwhelming my senses to the extent where I just pull him closer to my chest.Hugging him tightly, as I finally ask him a question which has been bugging me for too long. “Adrin!! Baby, why didn't you tell mumma that the kids in the day care are bullying you–”“Because Dadda has told me that I am a big boy, who has to protect his mother till he is not there to protect both of us, and anyways, I am a brave boy!! Who knows how to protect himself–”“Awww!! Come here my sweetie pie, who taught you all this…?”“Dadda!!!”Adrin exclaims, before the next words tumble out of his mouth without any breaks. “Mumma,
Ashley's POV:Even I wasn't very hopeful at first, but somehow, I have finally convinced Ethan to stand up on his feet, almost dragging him out of the church when he's practically in a waking coma. And knowing his miserable state, I know he isn't going to be able to drive at all. So the best idea that comes into my mind is to drop him to his house first, and then rush back to the hospital.Although, it is the first time I have seen him cry like this… and while seeing him in this state, the logical woman inside me has been compelling me to tell him the truth for a while now.But the mother inside me has been continuously warning me against it; and the best way to deter me is by telling me the consequences of my honesty.Since the moment he has started crying bitterly, the overly logical mother that also lives inside me, who believes in teaching her child the chapter of honesty, has suddenly turned into a bloody hypocrite. Going against her beliefs, she has started to preach another le
Ashley's POV:I have never seen Ethan as angry as he is right now; like he isn't made of bones and muscles, but thunder and rage. I don't have a single doubt in my mind that he is ready to tear down the entire building if Lily wouldn't appear in front of him within minutes.The director understands the assignment and quickly calls Lily Allen to the office; as the policies protecting her staff have gone out of the window real quick.With the summons now being sent for Miss Allen, the fear of Ethan ripping the soul straight out of her body starts to scare me. I mean I want the worst punishment for her in this entire world… I want her as far away as she could from the kids, but I don't want her to become the victim of Ethan's wrath right away! “Ethan, calm down…”I find myself tugging at his sleeve, trying to get through to him. He flashes me a look, glancing at me only through the corners of his eyes. “Calm down? Ash!! You still want me to calm down, even after hearing the crap that
Ethan's POV:The moment I heard the words of Stephanie, I could feel something breaking inside me.In my life, I have come across many monsters disguised in human appearance, and probably, I am also one of them.But none of them have turned out to be so cruel, to be capable of saying these types of things in front of not just one kid, but his entire class… and not only that, but to actually ask other kids to stay away from that poor soul and bully him!And saying that it's all okay because he doesn't have anyone to fight for his rights…“Stephanie, sweetheart! Can you please tell us what happened that day?”Ashley's words bring me back to reality at the critical moment, before my guilt would have killed me with its sharp claws. And as soon as her voice pauses after posing the question, Stephanie chimes in with an enthusiastic yes, and continues with her narration.This is the real bliss of childhood; they don't really understand the things which have hurt them in the past, but now, it