Chapter 139: An Act

Megan's POV

"You son of a bitch!" Aston growled.

"Ashton, stop!" I heard his father shout at him with authority, but I didn't care what he had done to Gael. I felt so hurt because the man I love; betrayed me once again; I could take all the insults coming from his family, but Ashton's disloyalty for the second time was too much.

I almost stumbled on the ground, and I realized I was still wearing high heels; I haven't used to wearing them, only on special occasions. I usually wear flat shoes inside my office unless I needed to meet important clients and I needed to close a deal.

Wearing stilettos could always give someone additional confidence, but as of the moment, I felt like I had lost myself. I stopped and took off my shoes, and I ran barefoot on the lawn until I reached the guardhouse.

I felt glad Alice and Zachary didn't follow me. I could tell they stayed behind for Ashton. I was running downhill on the road of Astikoz hills, and it felt like I was back in the day when I was eighteen and found out Ashton only asked to date me so he could have revenge on my brother on behalf of his sister by making me fall for him.

I could feel the night wind brushing my skin, and I shivered, it wasn't the night I had imagined, and I felt so lost, but it was different now, I was his wife, yet he still could afford to hurt me.

I could hear an approaching vehicle. I moved to the roadside and ran faster, but I tripped and stumbled on the ground. 

I wanted to get up, but I felt too weak to stand, and I could feel someone pulling me up by the waist.

"Meg, are you okay?" Zach's worried voice made me open my eyes, and I shook my head, and he took me into his arms.

"How can I be okay, Zach? Your best friend fooled me again, and I don't think I will be okay after this; I don't know how to tell Axel what happened." I replied.

"I know I couldn't speak for Ashton, but you have to believe that I am sure he married you because he loves you and not because of some stupid condition of his father. You know how much he loves you, Meg." Zach declared, and he opened the passenger's door for me

"You should get in, Meg," he said, and I looked at him with confusion on my face.

"Where is Alice?" I asked.

"She was at my parents' place; I asked her to get ready the guest room. I want you to stay there since you still need to speak with your husband," he replied.

"No, I don't want to spend another minute here in Astikoz Hills, thank you for your concern, Zach, but I don't want to see my husband as of the moment," I replied as I looked at him buckled his seatbelt.

"If you want to help me, please, take me to my parent's house; I need to be with my family, and I want to stay with my son. I am afraid Gregory would kidnap Axel." I responded.

"I felt terrible about what happened, but I know Ashton could explain his side of the story. Do you think he was fooling you all this time, Meg?" He asked.

"I know you believe in his lies because he is your best friend, don't speak for him, Zachary. I don't know what to believe anymore." I replied.

"Just take me home, please," I pleaded, and I could see his face fall.

"Okay, I will take you home, but all I ask from you is never to close your door, Megan. He is now your husband, and you shouldn't give up on him." He stated.

"Do you know who is celebrating right now? Gregory Pritzgold felt triumphant because, at last, he became successful in poisoning your mind." He declared, and my heart was telling me to listen to Zachary, but I felt so hurt at the moment that my husband didn't mention anything about his dad's condition.

"Just take me home, Zach; I felt tired," I mumbled, and he started the car without saying another word, and we were silent for the rest of the ride.

"Thank you so much, Zachary, for taking me home," I said after I climbed out of the car.

"You are welcome, Megan; I just want you to know that I don't sympathize with Ashton because he is my best friend; I believe his love for you is real. I hope you will give him another chance," He responded.

"It's been a long night, Zachary," was my only response since I didn't want to answer him.

"Have a good night, Meg," Zach replied in more than a whisper; he had been long gone, but I was still standing on my parent's driveway, and I didn't know how I would face my parents.

"Aren't you going to come inside, my dear?" I heard my father's voice in front of me.

I realized I had zoned out since I didn't even notice he had been standing before me. As I raised my head, my dad offered his arms to me; I could no longer hold my tears.

I don't know how long I had been crying on my dad's shoulders, and I felt glad he didn't say anything; he let me cry until I didn't have tears left.

"When you are ready, we will talk; for now, have a sleep, Meg; Axel has been waiting for you. He is a smart kid, and he knew something was going on between Ashton and you." My father softly said, and I smiled at him.

"Thank you, dad," I replied, and I wanted to add after what happened, it would be a long night for me; I was not even sure if I could sleep.

"Ava got your room ready, and she didn't go home to her place until your son fell asleep." My father stated, and he took my hand and brought me to my room.

I got inside my old room; even if they made some renovations, I smiled when I realized my parents tried to retain the interior of my room even if it became bigger. 

I came closer to the bed, and I couldn't stop crying again when I saw my son peacefully sleeping on the bed, and I didn't know how am I going to tell him that his grandpa had fooled us all.

I know my son will get hurt if he learns his dad and I are not on good terms again. When Ashton came back into our lives, I could see that Axel became happier and livelier.

I was the happiest, and right now, I didn't know how I felt because of what had happened earlier. I took a cold shower to make myself feel better, and I wished to forget everything; I remained awake no matter how I tried to sleep.

I kept turning on my bed, yet I still couldn't sleep. I was watching my son as he slept, and I felt worse. I suddenly got up from my bed when I heard the loud roaring of a motorcycle.

I didn't understand why I felt so nervous as I heard it stop in front of our house.

"Megan! Megan! Please!" My entire body was shaking when I heard my husband's voice echoing in our neighborhood, and I couldn't believe he sounded so drunk.

I hastily went closer to the window, and when I peeked, I saw him looking up at my room. I almost jumped on my feet when I heard the loud pounding of my door.

"Megan, you should go down and talk with Ashton." My father said behind my door frame before I could even open it as I heard my husband continue calling my name with pleading in his voice.

"Please, make him go away, dad; I didn't want him to disturb the entire neighborhood." I responded after I opened the door.

"I don't think at this state he will listen to me, he was drunk, and I am sure he drank a lot of liquor to stop himself from hurting; you are not the only one who is suffering right now, Megan. I hope, for once, you will listen to me." My father begged, and I let out a heavy sigh.

"Dad, I thought you were on my side?" I asked, and he weakly smiled at me.

"I still am, but I knew you would never be happy without Ashton; give him another chance, Megan. Do you remember the last time he didn't give you a chance to speak with him?" He asked, and I didn't answer my father.

"You both suffered; I think he deserved a chance to speak with you, Meg," my father said.

"How can I speak with him knowing he is not sober?" I asked.

"He is your husband, Megan, don't let him drive back to his house, anything could happen, and you might regret it for the rest of your life." My dad said, and I felt goosebumps covering my entire skin, and even if I felt so hurt, I couldn't deny it. I will forever love my husband, and I couldn't imagine if something had happened to him.

"Okay, but he can't sleep in my room, dad," I responded.

"He can sleep in the guest room," he stated, and I walked passed my father as I went downstairs; the moment I opened the door, my husband was already there waiting for me, and before I could react, he pulled me into a tight embrace.

"I am sorry, Meg, but I couldn't sleep knowing you were angry with me; I begged your dad to help me." He whispered.

I tried to get away from him, but my husband was strong. And I realized this was all my father's idea, and it dawned on me Ashton was not drunk; it was all an act, and I hated myself that I bought it, and I felt like jelly as I smelled my husband's intoxicating scent.