Life with Ashton was supposed to be like the life of a normal couple who didn’t marry for love—predictable, quiet, and occasionally steamy. That was supposed to be my life until we separated. Nothing about our life was like that, except the part where he dragged me to that office to register our marriage.
Everyone’s eyes were on me as I walked into work—which I thought we were over. Come on, people, get a f*****g life!
I gripped the strap of my purse and rushed toward the elevator, keeping my head down as I tried to ignore everyone’s stares. I kept my head down even as the elevator doors closed and started moving up.
Why did I have a bad feeling about today?
The elevator came to a stop, and the doors slid open. I dashed out of the place, my anxious exercising coming to a stop when I bu
