All Chapters of Winning My Angry Ex Back: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ashley’s POVI listened in disbelief as they explained the so-called compromise. There was no way they were serious, and yet, I had no other choice but to accept their terms.After all, I couldn’t very well walk out and leave, could I? One of the men started to explain what they were talking about.“The solution to this unfortunate situation is this. You're going to remain here in place of your boyfriend, you know, just long enough to pacify the family of the dead guy and the bereaved community. I would say your stay should last around six more months, and then you’ll be released. You should take this offer, because if you're counting on your boyfriend to come and pay for his crime so that you’ll be freed, then I’d advise you to stop waiting.”“Jeff obviously doesn’t know I’m here. If he knew, he would have turned himself in to the police. I know he would." I defended Jeff, but my defense sounded weak even to my own ears. The man scoffed and spoke again. “So, where does he think you

Ashley’s POVIt felt like I had been talking for hours, and my throat felt parched, but Janet was right. Even though I had just done what my captors warned me never to do, I felt much better now that I had told Janet all about it.“That was when you showed up on my doorstep that fateful night, years ago, and claimed that you had been sick, but didn’t have the funds to treat yourself, wasn’t it?” Janet asked, her eyes red from crying.I nodded and wiped at my own eyes, trembling. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. Janet had taken me in without question, and nursed me back to health, until I could stand on my own two feet. I was forever indebted to her.Both of us were silent for a while, each person lost in their own thoughts, and after a while, Janet spoke again.“So you believe that it’s those people who are sending the threats? You think they could have found out that you’re back in the city?”“I honestly think so. I don’t know what else to think. Maybe they found out

Jeff’s POVIn recent years, I’ve come to hate hospitals with a dreadful passion. My mother spent her last years in one, and it was during this period that I grew to hate everything associated with hospitals.For as long as I live, I will never forget the sound of her labored breathing as she struggled to hang on for dear life, nor the blanket of despair that shrouded the hospital despite the bright lights that flooded the place. Unfortunately, now, I find myself heading down the brightly lit corridors of a hospital once again. That strong antiseptic smell, mixed with other smells that I couldn’t readily discern, all of which I’ve come to associate with hospitals, flooded my nostrils and made me sick.I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t promised my sister, Eliza, that I would come. What was I thinking when I promised her that anyway?Visiting my father wasn’t something I’d ever looked forward to, not even once, and I certainly didn’t look forward to it now.He and I had both master

Ashley’s POVSeveral things changed between Claire and me at the office over the course of the next few weeks. I didn’t plan any of it, or anything like that. There was no dramatic decision, or any moment in which I told myself that I was consciously changing who I had come to be known as at Wilson Global Fashions, but everyone noticed. Oh, they sure did.It happened quietly, maybe because of all the things I kept finding out about Jeff, how he was abusing his power, and the fact that I couldn’t even confront him.Maybe it was because I was so sick and tired of bending over backwards to please as well as decipher the moods of both Jeff and his sidekick, Claire, so as not to offend them.Maybe it was because I was fed up with having to do far more than I was paid to do, while receiving nothing but disgrace and complaints as a reward, while Claire took credit for every good thing I did.Maybe it was because of all the pressure I was under, what with the new threats, the fear of being k

Ashley’s POVWith all that had been going on, I very much needed to be somewhere other than at Jeff’s toxic company, so when William asked me again to have an intimate dinner with him, which was something he had been asking of me for quite a while now, I finally agreed. I needed to breathe. There was no other way to explain it. William picked me up promptly at the agreed time that evening, and for once, I didn’t feel like I was walking into something I had to endure.The restaurant was quiet and elegant with soft lighting. It was the exact kind of place I needed to get rid of all the noise in my head.William was glad to see me, as I was to see him; after all, he was one of my favorite people at the moment. However, there was a look in his eyes that made me slightly uneasy.I knew what that look meant, but I wasn’t sure that I was ready to confront it just yet, and maybe not ever.Soon, I forgot all about this because of William’s charm. We talked easily and comfortably about everyth