ASHLEY'S POV
“I need some fresh air.”
That's a lie, and we both know that.
As soon as I stepped out to a private area in the building, the tears I'd been holding fell with ease. The image of him standing close to her— with her perfectly styled hair - her flawless smile, her hand on his chest—pierced my skin like a needle.
I didn't know who she was, and I didn't have to.
I saw the way she looked at him. The way she spoke to him like they had unfinished business. He didn't even pull away. He wasn't smiling like he did with me, but he didn't step back either. And that was enough for my thoughts to spiral.
Why did it hurt so much?.
I knew Micheal had a past. I wasn't naive. He was a man of status, wealth, and experience. I never once expected to be his first anything. But knowing and s
