Ashley’s POVI was still reeling, breathless from Andreas’s words—“You look divine.” His compliment had landed softly, but it lingered, wrapping around me like a blanket. I had been preparing myself for a cold, polite greeting from him, something more in line with the “friendship” we had agreed on. But the look in his eyes, the warmth in his voice, it felt real, too real.Before I could fully recover from that moment, Andreas turned toward his secretary, who had been standing quietly by the side. His hand was still holding mine, like he wasn’t ready to let go.“You were saying something before Ashley arrived?” he asked, his tone calm, but I could hear the underlying tension.The secretary’s posture stiffened as she cleared her throat. There was something ominous in her expression as she spoke. “It’s about our major investor in the donations for the gala, Mrs. Veronica Hastings. She’s informed us that she wants to pull out.”I felt Andreas’s entire body go rigid, his hand tightening ove
Ashley’s POVWe made our way towards the door where the secretary said Veronica Hastings would be, and just as I was about to take a deep breath and steel myself for whatever was waiting behind it, I felt Andreas slow beside me. His hand briefly slipped from mine, and I turned to see him pressing his palm to his chest, his breath shallow."Andreas?" I asked, concern threading through my voice. “Are you okay?”He waved me off, his expression strained. “I’m fine,” he muttered, though his voice lacked its usual strength. “Let’s keep going.”I hesitated, but nodded, deciding not to press. Maybe it was just the pressure of everything, the stress catching up with him. But as we neared the door, I heard him gasp again. This time, he clutched his chest harder, his face pale.My heart jumped in my chest. "Andreas, wait!" I reached out, grabbing his arm. “What’s happening? Do you have your inhaler?”He stopped and turned to look at me, confused. “Inhaler?” he repeated weakly.Before I could resp
Ashley’s POVPanic clawed at me as the seconds stretched unbearably long, the incessant beeping of his wristwatch only heightening the tension in the room as we waited for the doctor to arrive. Andreas trembled as he forced himself into an upright position as he reached into his pockets, struggling to retrieve something.“Andreas, what are you doing?” I asked, my voice tight with worry.He didn't answer right away, his focus solely on pulling out a small pack of pills from his jacket. His fingers were shaking too much to open it, and I immediately stepped in, my hands steadying his as I helped him tear the pack open."Here," I said softly, my voice a bit shaky, “let me help.”The secretary, ever calm despite the situation, rushed to the refrigerator. She grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to Andreas. He took the pills and the water, his hands still trembling as he swallowed them down. For a few agonizing moments, the room was silent except for his labored breaths and the quiet tic
Chapter 118Ashley’s POVMy heart was pounding as I stood outside Veronica Hastings’ door, willing myself to stay calm. I rang the doorbell, forcing my nerves down. I couldn’t let my fear take over—not now. As the seconds stretched, I reminded myself of Ashton, my sister. She would never let a situation like this rattle her. No, Ashton would have breezed in with her head held high, completely in control. If she could do it, so could I.The door swung open, revealing Veronica Hastings in all her cold, polished glory. Her eyes were sharp, assessing, and unimpressed. She clearly wasn’t in the mood for any pleasantries, and I had barely uttered a word before she raised an eyebrow at me, already impatient.“Yes?” she asked, her voice clipped.I swallowed, forcing myself to stand a little straighter. “I’m Ashton Thorne, Andreas’s wife.” The word “wife” tasted strange on my tongue as usual, but I forced myself to smile. Now wasn’t the time to be worrying about that. I needed to focus on makin
Ashley’s povI took a deep breath, steadying myself. “You’re right. I don’t know the business like Andreas does,” I admitted, trying to strike the balance between honesty and confidence. “But that’s exactly why I’m here.”Veronica raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for an explanation.“Andreas did collapse earlier, although I believe it’s just a stress issue and he needs rest” I continued, choosing my words carefully. “And yes, he wanted to be here more than anything. But the truth is, he’s been pushing himself to the limit for this gala, like everything else that he does. Not just because it’s important to the company, but because it’s important to him—personally. He’s been working himself to the point of exhaustion, and as much as I know he’d drag himself out of bed to meet you if he could, I didn’t want that. As his wife, I could not bear to see him do that when I could come here myself.”Veronica’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t interrupt. She was listening.“I wanted to be the one
Andreas’ POVThe moment the door clicked shut behind Ashley, I turned to my secretary, already thinking ahead. "Go downstairs and find the COO," I instructed, my voice steady despite the tightness in my chest. "Tell him what’s happened with Veronica, that I’m working on it and to stay on standby. Nothing about my health." The words came out quicker than usual as I tried to steady my breathing.She hesitated, glancing at me with concern. "And the vote of thanks, Mr. Thorne? You were supposed to give it."I ran a hand through my hair, fighting back the irritation bubbling beneath the surface. It wasn’t her fault that I had collapsed. "Tell him to take it if I’m not able to come down," I replied, running a hand through my hair as my doctor examined me.Nodding, she left the room, closing the door quietly behind her. As soon as she was gone, the silence crept in, thick and heavy. I let out a long breath, leaning back into the bed as the tension in my body reminded me of why I was here in t
Ashley’s POVAs I hurried through the hallway, my heels clicking against the marble floor, relief washed over me. Veronica had agreed not to pull out of the gala. I couldn’t wait to get back to Andreas and share the good news. We had done it, or rather—I had done it. I had managed to hold my own against Veronica Hastings. The thought made me feel stronger than I had in weeks. I wondered what Ashton would think if she had seen me today. Would she be proud of me for holding my own, for standing strong like she always taught me when we were younger?Just as I rounded the corner, my pace quickened, but then I saw him—Adam. He looked like he was heading somewhere but paused at the sight of me and leaned casually against the wall, that ever-present smirk playing on his lips. I immediately straightened, slowing my steps, doing my best to mask the adrenaline and excitement coursing through me moments before.“Adam,” I greeted, forcing my voice to stay light, though my stomach twisted in discom
Ashley’s POVAs I approached the room where Andreas was recovering, my heart raced with anticipation. I punched in the code, hearing the faint beep as the door unlocked, and stepped inside, eager to share the good news about Veronica. But as soon as I entered, my breath caught in my throat—the bed was empty. My pulse quickened in panic. Where was he?My eyes darted around the room, and just as I was about to rush out and find someone, I noticed his suit jacket and tie lying haphazardly across the bed. That stopped me in my tracks. My eyes lingered on them for a moment, and just then, the door to the bathroom creaked open, and Andreas stepped out.I swallowed hard, my breath catching again—but this time, for a different reason.Andreas stood there, his usually perfectly gelled hair now a tousled mess. His face looked freshly washed, droplets of water still clinging to his skin. But it wasn’t just his face that caught my attention—it was his shirt. It hung open, revealing the chiseled mu