Chapter 105
DEMI
I keep trying Liam’s phone but it only goes to voicemail. Where the hell has he been all morning? I am in a crisis here and need his advice.
"Liam, I need you to call me back urgently. We have a crisis. It’s Ashley. He wants me to move out of the mansion with him. Call me!"
Tired of pacing, I slide down to my bedroom floor and cradle my head in my hands. What new game is Ashley playing at? How could he even think of something like that? Is he trying to punish me for accidentally bumping into Ashton at the church? What lies must Nicci have fed him? That bitch, Nicci. It’s time I put her in her place.
My anxiety consumes me. I can’t leave the mansion. What good will my plans be if I am confined in a house with a cheating husband, away from all the major players in my grand plan? What is Ashley going to do next? Have his father fire me from the HQ so I can be a proper house wife like Mrs. Rollins?
I close a hand over my stomach and shudder in terror. I can’t believe how far he is taking this. Imagine what he’ll do, what my life will turn to, if he finds out about my pregnancy. The entire family will go berserk with their individual feelings on the latest development and I will crumble under the weight of their decisions regarding how I am to live my life moving forward. I can’t let that happen. I have to stretch this secret for as long as I can.
I move to call Ashton to reinforce the promise of secrecy he swore to me but decide against it. It’s probably the worst time to be putting calls through to him given the vile accusations made against us just hours ago. Sick of feeling judged and trapped in my room, I grab my keys and head out. When I open my door, mother is just about to knock. We exchange somber glances before she steps into my room.
We sit next to each other on my couch, quietly for about five minutes until I grow impatient of knowing my fate.
"How’s Ashley?"
"Not good." Mother states flatly. She cranes her neck to stare at me. There’s something bitter in her eyes. "Did you really call him Ashton in bed?"
My throat dries up as my eyes droop in shame. "I...I don’t know. I don’t remember, mother. I was d-drunk when it happened."