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The guilt, the regret, the hatred. “But the car Cindy was in... wasn’t it supposed to be driven by Alissa? There was a last-minute change, right? So tell me—do you think Alissa would have tried to kill herself?” “She might have known about the change,” Shane insisted. “Then why did you marry her?” Asher asked pointedly. “You could’ve waited for her sister.” “I had my reasons.” he said coldly, shutting his eyes. That was secret he would take to his grave.

he replied while resting his face on her left shoulder and slowly moving it to kiss her neck. The employees of the clubhouse that were cleaning up the post-event mess of the wedding ceremony in the backyard before just simply ignored them as if they did not exist. No one dared to lay eyes on the couple in fear that they might offend Ashton. "You don't have to do this for me," Ashley said. 'You need your closure with him,' Ashton responded to her words internally.

“Why didn’t Azaria stay long?” Ashley’s smile didn’t waver. She walked over to the rack, placing the bow down with calculated grace. “Maybe she didn’t feel like hanging around.” “She came here for a reason,” I pressed. “What did you say to her that made her leave?” “I didn’t have to say anything. She had that look—you know the one. The one that says she’s already made up her mind and no amount of royal charm is going to change it.” I clenched my jaw. Her indifference wasn’t helping. “Ashley.”

Weldon’s eyes stayed cold as he told her, “You’d better leave quietly. If you make a scene, security will throw you out. It’ll be ugly.” “Mr. Weldon! Please, ” Ashley’s voice cracked with desperation, but it was too late. The Shaw Lounge was packed with employees, watching the show. No one stepped in to help her. Why would they? Earlier, Ashley strutted around like she owned the place, thinking two dinners with the president made her special. Now? She was a joke. No one wanted to be dragged down with her.