In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall)

I nodded and took in a deep breath. "Dr. Crest, can we talk?"

The doctor frowned and checked his wristwatch. Raising his brow, he asked, "Are you sure you're going to talk to me at this hour?"

It was 11 p.m. It wasn't that late, so I insisted, "It won't take long."

Pursing his lips, he walked to the living room and sat down before placing his bag down. "Alright."

I sat on the couch opposite him and poured him a glass of water. "Dr. Crest, have you... met Macy recently?"

He raised a brow and stared at me while frowning. "No. What's the matter?"

My heart began aching as I felt a weight on my chest. "She's gone."

When I was saying the words, my hands felt wet, but I wore a serious expression as I looked at him.

His hands trembled slightly while holding the glass and pursed his lips. "What do you mean by that?"

"She's dead!" I began tearing up as I forced those words out of my lips. Lowering my head to hide my pained expression, I blinked profusely to force back my tears. Clang! He placed the glass on the table gently. Narrowing his eyes, his voice was low and deep. "How did she die?"

"She got into an accident. Two lives were lost." I lied as I promised Macy to keep the truth a secret.

He pursed his lips as his eyes grew dark. "Two lives?"

I nodded while suppressing the pain in my heart. "She was pregnant."

The doctor stared at me as his eyes went dull. "She was pregnant with my kid?"

"Yeah." I clenched my teeth and fought the urge to cry.

The man said nothing, and silence ensued in the spacious living room. The atmosphere grew chilly, and I shivered subconsciously.

After a long while, he looked at me, devoid of any emotions, and got up from the couch. Staring at me with a cold gaze, he asked, "That's all you wanted to tell?"

I was stunned by his reaction and nodded soon after. "Yes."

"I got it." He took his bag and exited the villa without bidding farewell.

I froze on the couch, seeing his nonchalant reaction. Is Macy nothing but a passerby in his life?

Mrs. Eriksen had a bag of groceries in her hand as she walked into the house. Seeing me alone in the living room, she asked, "What happened to Dr. Crest? He was fine when he's here, but why did he look so lifeless when he was leaving? What's wrong?"

"He looks lifeless?" I turned to Mrs. Eriksen while she nodded and wore a surprised expression. "That's right. When I came in just now, I greeted him, but he didn't seem to notice and almost bumped into me." I lowered my heart and felt relaxed. Does this mean Macy is rather important to him?

After easing the pain in my heart, I went to the bedroom upstairs.

Ashton had changed into a suit, and his hair was combed neatly. I was stunned. "You're going out?"

He glanced at me indifferently, with a stony expression on his face. "Can't I?"

I was stumped for a moment. Shaking my head, I explained, "That's not it. It's so late at night and it's still snowing outside. You're sick, so you shouldn't go out in this weather."

My care for him was met with a sneer. "What's wrong with that?"

I pursed my lips and was at a loss for words.

Fine!

Shortly after, sounds of a car engine blared, coming from the yard. It was rather loud, as the world was silent at this hour.

Standing in the bedroom, I pressed my lips and sighed. No matter what I do, I'm always in the wrong.

Although Rebecca and Cameron were punished, I couldn't even feel happy seeing my enemies suffer. I had lost many of the things I held dear.

The vast villa was eerily silent like a graveyard after Ashton and Mrs. Eriksen left.

The strong wind was blowing outside, making a whistling sound at the window. The snow was heavy with the freezing breeze, while the sound of snow falling to the ground was clear.

Lying on the bed, I found it difficult to sleep with my mind buzzing away. I sat up and opened my laptop to watch some horror movies.

It was two in the midnight when John called. The first thing I heard after answering the call was, "Did you get into a fight with Ashton?"

Staring at the ambiguous scene on the laptop, I replied, "We've been at it for days. Why?"

"It's just that I bumped into him at the Imperial Hotel. What is he doing out here at this hour? He should stay with you at home." John's words made me laugh. "Now you're behaving more like a brother, worrying about my marriage life."

He huffed and replied petulantly, "Don't mock me. Your man has a woman in his arms. Are you not worried?"

The drama was quite nice, and I enjoyed it very much. After changing my position, I spoke, "He's an adult, not a kid. If he behaves like this when he's mad after a fight, I can't stop him. Plus, I can't possibly focus on him all day."

In the past, I might feel hurt or wronged when he went to mess around with other women. However, now that I had come to terms with myself, all I had to do was to play my part as his wife, and whatever he did had nothing to do with me.

If we could stay with each other until the end, it would be the best, but even if we didn't, I could live on without him. I'm well past the age of falling head over heels for love.