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Ashley's POV“50 million dollars?” Stella and I exclaimed.“Shh, girls, and yes. Your father’s will states that you both inherit $50m.” Uncle Wilbur said.“Oh my gosh.” I paced around the kitchen.“We’re rich!” Stella screamed in happiness.“Stella!” Uncle Wilbur and I whined.“I know, I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet.” She whispered.This was such good news and I should be really happy. But I was really worried and curious.Why now? My father owned a thriving oil and gas company, Ignite Resources. It was very popular and had many international collaborations. We were billionaires.Everything was going so well, till it wasn’t.My father wanted an heir to take over the company, but my mom birthed two girls instead, Stella and I. They tried over and over again, but to no avail. Dad started getting impatient and became abusive.Mom would wake up with bruises, every mistake equals beatings but never tried to defend herself because she was much smaller than him. She didn’t do anything to protect

Noah's POVMy blood was still boiling as I drove.She slapped me.The sound of it replayed in my head like it was stuck on repeat. Stella’s hand across my face. The look in her eyes. Like I was dirt. Like I was nothing.I gripped the steering wheel harder.Ashley collapsing on the sidewalk replayed in my mind too. Her body laid against the concrete, her pale face. For one second, I thought she was dead, and at that moment, it felt like the problem had been completely eliminated.I should’ve left her on the floor.I shook my head.I just wanted to take a normal night out, not this chaos I walked into.What was I even thinking…taking someone I just divorced to the hospital? A pulse throbbed on my forehead.Hold yourself together, Noah.There’s nothing wrong with me. She caused all of this herself. Ever since that goddamn tape, followed by the scandal and the mess it caused. I told myself the fact again and again.She wanted to ruin me so bad, she risked her image too. Thank goodness sh

Ashley's POVThe bright light above almost blinded me.Where was I? Was I dead? Did I make it to heaven?My vision wasn’t clear yet but I heard beeping sounds. Then, I caught the smell of drugs and antiseptics.I was in the hospital.I struggled to sit up to get a clearer view. But someone was holding my hand.I traced the veiny hands and it was…Noah.But he was asleep.A sharp pain throbbed in my chest, sharper than ever.Divorce. Cheating. Baby.It kept replaying my head and every image felt like a dagger in my chest.I yanked my hands out of his and he woke up.“What are you doing here?” I said, trying to get out of the bed that felt like I was taped to.“Wait wait…let me help so you don’t hurt yourself. Just stay calm.” He said with a husky voice and gently sat me up as I wanted.“Thank you.” I said quietly and he stood up.“Tell me, why are you here?” I finally said.“I was going out for a walk and I saw you collapsed on the sidewalk. I couldn’t leave you there so I brought you t

Ashley’s POVMy husband, Noah, knew I was flying in today, and the thought of that only made my cheeks rosy.I was nervous too. I would have asked Anne, my best friend to come with me, but she was supposedly on a work trip in Chicago.I missed her.Finally, I was back from his private island in Monaco. Or should I say hell?Three months ago, the worst thing happened. An intimate video of my husband and I leaked online.We never found out who leaked it or how it got out. All we knew was that it spread like wildfire.Noah started getting calls from his PR team. Some companies he collaborated with canceled. And it was like my whole world crumbled in front of me.I got calls from my family too, especially my younger sister, Stella. But I didn’t pick it up. Shane didn’t let me.Noah got furious and dashed into our bedroom that night and began packing all my things into a suitcase. I rushed after him, begging, and asking what he was doing.He blamed me for the leak. He said I wanted to ru