Chapter 103
ASHLEY
Deep breaths, Ashley. Deep breaths. I need to stay calm. The least I can do is give them the benefit of doubt. Even then, my fingers still curl into fists. I don’t like the picture I am staring at. I fucking hate to see things like this.
"You took this yesterday?"
"Yes." Nicola mutters, sitting meekly on her couch.
"Why are you just showing me?" I ask, whirling to her with blazing eyes. "What part of ’follow her and report anything suspicious ASAP’ didn’t you understand?"
"I called you severally Ashley but you don’t prioritize my calls like you used to."
I scoff at that. "I wonder why."
I fling the pictures of Demi and Ashton in front of St. Lucy church and rake my hands through my hair. Both of them are going to drive me nuts. What kind of love have they got that just won’t break despite the level of separation they’ve endured? How is it more special than other love stories? At this rate, I don’t think Ashton’s engagement and my marriage to Demi can keep them away from each other.
Nicola rises and tries to hold my hand but I give her a sharp look to keep off.
"Don’t act like you care. You’re enjoying this. I bet you’re hoping this would have me seeking comfort in your arms but times are different now. I’ll much rather find myself a new girl than depend on a backstabbing one." She takes my caustic comments like a champ and doesn’t shed a tear.
"I deserve that."