Ashley's POV:I disconnect his call and started to think about everything that we had in the past… and because of that, if I know one thing about Ethan Johnson, that I could tell with complete confidence… then it is the fact that he has really never liked blue.The entire time I have spent with him, the only times when he had worn blue was when I forced him to do so. And that too, after I have whined about how it is my only favorite color and I couldn't believe that someone can hate this color and if they hate the color it means they hate me too.After this whole dramatic display, he would take the outfits that I had brought for him in blue, with a deadpan look and forceful pull. But of course, he was Ethan…and he couldn't resist the temptation to add further,“The only reason I tolerate this color is because it doesn't look bad on you, and you love this stupid color–”“How can a color be stupid?”“Everything in this world can be stupid! Now leave me alone, as I have so much work to
Ashley's POV:He goes silent for a second, so I repeat my question. “Tell me, Ethan! I am asking you, what do you mean by what I am trying to portray…”“That you and that child make up for a perfectly happy family.”His words hit me, like the attacks of several whips raining down from every possible direction at once. For a moment, I am not even able to feel anything at all… and my mind goes completely blank.And the thought that he was really this cruel from the beginning and I really have fallen for a monster, who has no mercy for anyone or anything apart from himself and his ego.Like how dare he says that I am not happy with my only child? On what basis can he claim that we aren't a happy family…! And leave that, what authority does he have, to make this announcement?What more does he want from me? I have already left his life in the past, never claimed child support or tried to prove that Adrin is his son! Even now, I haven't ever tried to arrange any meetings with them, in fac
Ashley's POV:He is screaming, yelling and stuttering at the same time; and one thing that I have noticed in Ethan over time, is that he never stutters.His voice never shakes, he is a person with a firm voice and stern personality– this is why, seeing him stutter while his voice is becoming increasingly hoarse, is turning out to be a little difficult for me.My mind goes completely blank for a moment, and I'm not sure what is going on in front of my eyes, for a very long time.It finally clicks and I realize that he has been demanding an answer from me… Throughout this time, the questions that are leaving his mouth have all been directed towards me… the questions which I indeed have answers for.But at the same time, I don't really know how I am supposed to give those answers to him.And before I can formulate a single reply, he sits on the chair with a thump as tears start to roll down his eyes.For a second, I'm left watching in utter disbelief before a slight flutter of panic ris
Ethan's POV:My heart misses a beat and my breath hitches in my throat. The moment she mentions that Adrin, the sweet little boy I had seen on the day of the award ceremony, is her son– her biological son, I lost it. For a moment I'm completely unable to fathom the thought of her being with someone else, touched by someone else, hugged and kissed by someone else! There is no way that she could be with someone else… that's my place, and it will always remain mine.Within the span of a few seconds, I have started feeling like it would have been a million times better if she had simply stabbed me several times with a knife, rather than breaking this news to me that there is even a single percent of chance that she could move on, and she might have used it too.All of a sudden, my life has started to seem more like a burden to me, than a blessing, as my heart clenches.I am feeling this pain with such an intensity that I end up losing all my senses for a moment… whatever she is saying,
Ashley's POV:Everything has just happened so quickly, way too fast for me to even process it, let alone to think logically.I was so confused that there was no way I could have resisted him… in fact, even if all the events would have happened slowly, I still have a doubt that my body would never have rejected Ethan. He was, he always has been, and by every passing minute, he is becoming more and more injurious to me… giving me the feeling of being addicted to him.Because I know he isn't good for my health… but I am still not pushing him away.After all, he was the man I have fallen for, he is my first love… he is the person who stole my first kiss and then several kisses after that, because nobody has ever touched me… nor have I let anyone touch myself, after him. And as our eyes meet, for a moment, I forget everything that has happened between us in the past.The pain, the betrayal, the heartbreak, everything is forgotten, leaving me with only one question: what would have happen
Ashley's POV:I don't know if I have pushed him a little too hard, or if he is just hurt by the act of me pushing him.But whatever the reason is, it seems like he isn't just hurt… it seems like he is badly injured too, and if there would have been any technology designed to detect the metaphorical bleeding of the heart; because of the heartbreak that we all go through in our lives, then he would have been declared as an extremely critical patient.Who would not only need to be shifted into the ICU on an urgent basis, but also be sent for further procedures… because there was no chance of saving him.But gladly, nobody dies from heartbreak– not that I am aware of.And honestly, at this moment, I am not even worried about him, either. Because I know that there are only three calls I tend to receive on Saturdays.From Stuart and Stella, Mike, or Adrin's day care. And right now, I know two out of these three would not be calling me in any condition, since they both know I am busy at a c
Ashley's POV:Ethan's doubt was right, I do have a fear of speed.I have never imagined that someone can actually drive this fast! The moment he asked me for the address and I gave it to him, he passed that to his guard and before he could have nodded to his command or managed to say that he would be calling the ambulance and the team of doctors to be present there as per instructed, he had already driven almost half of the way, and it doesn't stopped there.I don't even know how many signals we have jumped and how much fine he is going to get for speeding, because he has covered the ten minutes drive from the place where we were to the daycare , which could easily be fifteen minutes if we had waited for the signals, in less than five minutes…In three minutes and twenty two seconds to be exact.But I don't care… I don't care about anything, not even my own safety.And the moment he presses the brakes as we arrive in front of the park, I practically jump out of the car without any del
Ethan's POV:The whole route, Ashley has stayed in my arms, resting her head on my shoulder, clenching my hands tightly in her anxiety while looking at Adrin holding so much fear, concern and affection in her eyes. This was the moment that made me realize, I don't care if Adrin is my son, the son of my rival, or some random kid from the street… If Ashley is calling him ‘son’, then I don't care whose DNA he is carrying in his body or whose blood is flowing in his veins. He is my son, and that's final. It takes us around ten minutes to reach the hospital, and another two to get Adrin into the operation theater.And the visual of little Adrin lying unconscious on the stretcher makes Ashley break down completely in my arms.Although this is far from the perfect family time I have imagined with her and our children, it is still a perfect family dynamic which I am ready to sell my soul for.Because even though my heart is getting angry at Mike with every passing minute, for not being pre