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Ashley’s POVSitting across from Andreas in the crowded café, I had thought the chatter of strangers and the clinking of cups would diffuse some of the awkwardness that had lingered between us after the gym. But there we were, in a public space, and the tension hadn’t dissipated. If anything, it felt more pronounced, like an invisible cord stretched taut between us.I reached for the menu at the same time as Andreas, our hands brushing, and I jerked mine back as though his touch had burned me. A nervous chuckle escaped before I could stop it. "You can, um, order for us if you want," I said, trying to sound casual, but my voice came out thin, almost breathless. I quickly glanced around, hoping the room's noise would swallow up the weird energy buzzing between us.He didn’t meet my eyes, just nodded stiffly. "Sure," he murmured, barely looking at the menu as he gestured for the waiter.I bit my lip, feeling my cheeks flush for reasons I couldn’t explain. Maybe I was imagining this. Mayb
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Ashley’s POV"I know you want to believe she’s still out there," I added softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "And it's quite commendable of you to be this supportive and willing to help solve this matter even though you and her aren't really married but if there’s anything I know about Ashton, it’s that she never would have left me hanging this long."Andreas inhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. "I get that," he said after a long pause. "But what we have now is a just a high probability, not certainty and I don't now if I can work with that."I closed my eyes for a second, feeling the weight of his words. I understood that feeling. I understood the unwillingness to accept what was staring us both in the face. But holding on to hope was dangerous. It kept you in limbo, kept you from moving forward, even when the world was pushing you to.When I opened my eyes again, Andreas was watching me, his gaze softer than before. "I didn’t apologize because I feel like I have to," he said, h
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Ashley's POVMy jaw practically hit the tabletop as Ashton finished laying out her outrageous request. “You have got to be bullshitting me, Ashton. Is there a camera somewhere making a video of us? There has to be, right?” My sister remained silent as if she hadn’t just dropped a bomb on my lap and I had to look around to be sure that I wasn’t dreaming. "A weekend pretending to be you to visit your in-laws? Are you serious?"A forced laugh escaped Ashton's lips, devoid of any humor. "Deadly serious, Ash. This isn't some prank like the time we convinced Mrs. Henderson she was seeing double."The memory of that particular prank – complete with a strategically placed wig and a well-rehearsed limp – brought a reluctant smile to my face. But this situation felt vastly different, a world away from our childhood theatrics. Over the years, Ashton had perfected the art of the outrageous while I remained sane–quitting her stable job to backpack across Europe on a whim, that disastrous skydiv
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Ashley’s POV"I'm so sorry for being late," I began, my voice barely a whisper. I knew I was already off to a bad start, because even in the movies, being late to a family dinner of this magnitude was almost like a cardinal sin, especially in a household like this.Amarinth, her eyes slicing me up from head to toe, let out a dramatic scoff. "Well, somebody pinch me because this is a first. Or is the sky red? Since when did the almighty Ashton ever apologize for anything?" Her tone was dripping with sarcasm, and I could feel the icy daggers of her gaze piercing through me. Her reply made me realize that my sister had once again, shown off her talent for turning even the most mundane situation into a battlefield and provoking people. Growing up, Ashton had always had a knack for blunt honesty, a trait I both admired and dreaded. She was never the type to back down and it was clear that on more than one occasion, she must have clashed with Amarinth because Ashton was a lot of things, wh
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