My Love, My Ruin

My love. My ruin.

Ashton Hampton saved me from my mother's scandal. I gave him my whole heart.

Then he told me he was marrying another woman for business. My role? His hidden mistress.

At our engagement party, his new fiancée accused me of ruining her brooch. Ashton didn't question it. He demanded I apologize.

The crowd attacked. He watched.

I climbed onto a helicopter and disappeared.

Eighteen years later, I saw him on a park bench—broken, hollow, begging for one more word.

I gave him two: “No comment.”