Chapter 227

"Are you deranged?" I couldn't suppress my gag reflex. "I'm married. Happily. To a man who doesn't cheat and doesn't cry like a baby." I thrust my hand with the ring right under his eyes. "You and Catherine deserve each other. You two should never divorce. Keep your mess in-house." He grabbed my hand. I yanked it back so hard my shoulder twinged. "Don't touch me!" "Ashton doesn't love you! I saw him, from a post, all over some actress outside a hotel. You must have seen it too. You think that guy's loyal? You think he's going to stick around?" "You're lying." "I'm not—" "You are. You read it in some gossip rag and decided it was true because it made you feel better about your own pathetic shit." His mouth opened again. "You walking out, or am I calling the cops?" His face twisted. "You really feel nothing for me?" He sounded on the verge of tears. His eyes, on top of being swollen, were also red-rimmed. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, or had a shower. "Priya, call the police,"