I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

I walked in a minute later, tipsy, still giggling at some dumb meme Yvaine had just sent me.

Something about a guy trying to deep-throat a corn dog and nearly dying for it—quality content.

I didn’t think Ashton would still be awake.

Definitely didn’t think he’d be sitting dead centre in the living room like some kind of final boss, staring straight at the door.

Our eyes met.

Shit.

My grin froze.

I snapped the phone shut too hard and wobbled sideways, pressing my fingers to my temples.

‘Drank way too much,’ I mumbled. ‘Gonna crash. Nightttt...’

I staggered like my knees had melted, clinging to the bannister like it owed me rent.

Giving him a wide berth, I dragged my feet up the stairs, feeling his stare right up my spine.

Don’t look back.