CHAPTER 33 — Ashton’s POV
After the fight with Alex, I stopped pretending.
I buried myself in work. Anything that kept my mind occupied. Anything that stopped me from thinking.
Anything that stopped me from missing her.
And I did miss her. Every damn day. I just never showed it.
Father made sure I had no connection with her again but told me to hide that fact.
After the party incident, he became stricter than usual. Watching me like I was some fragile experiment, waiting for me to slip.
I went to Japan to deal with the goods issue, and signed contracts, and negotiated with partners.
The flight back felt endless. I slept through most of it, but Moana still crept into my thoughts.
By the time I arrived, I went straight to the office.
The moment I walked into the building, I regret
