Chapter 470
Chapter 470:
“I’m not talking about now,” I said. “I meant before. Before we got married. Before we knew each other p>
“I’m talking about before too p>
“So there was never a dancer in Wessexia p>
“You didn’t marry me because you couldn’t have the woman you actually wanted, and needed a stand-in p>
“Fuck, no!” He looked like he was about to combust.
He spun in another tight circle. “Tell me, who told you this? Who made up that bullshit about some dancer? Who is out there writing me a fake love life p>
Okay, we definitely had our wires crossed.
“Was it Gwendolyn?” He fired names off like they were on a hit list. “My father? Geoffrey? Dominic? Yvaine? Rhys? Or was it Cassian p>
“Calm down,” I said quickly.
“It had to be Cassian.” He yanked his phone off the charger. “He’s the only one who knew how long I’ve felt this way about you. Of course he’d twist it. Typical bloody Langford, inventing some ballerina out of nowhere p>
“It wasn’t him!” I lunged up, legs still tangled in the sheets, trying to grab his arm. “Don’t call him. Ashton, don’t p>
Too late.
The call connected.
Ashton hit the speaker button, breathing hard.
Cassian’s voice drifted out, slow and sleepy. “Ashton. What’s up p>
“Did you tell my wife I had some other crush before I married her p>
“What? What are you talking about? When would I have—” A pause. Cassian sounded more alert now. “Wait. You mean before you two got married p>
“Yes p>
“Well, let me think… Yvaine asked me something about your love life once. Ages ago. I said you’d been into someone for years. You never told me to keep it quiet, so I just mentioned it. Why p>
𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚: gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘴⍰ⅽ𝗈𝗺
“Did you tell her the woman I liked was a dancer p>
“What dancer?” Cassian genuinely sounded confused. “Why the hell would I say that? Since when is she a dancer p>
“So that didn’t come from you p>
“What didn’t? Are you high p>
“I’m not. Are you p>
“What? No p>
Ashton exhaled sharply. “Tell me exactly what you said to Yvaine p>
“What I just told you. That you’d been carrying a torch for some woman p>
“Did you name her p>
“No. Back then, I didn’t know it was Mirabelle.” Cassian’s tone turned sly. “If I had, I’d have told Yvaine everything. That you were sniffing around even when she was still with Rhys. That you faked your grandfather’s death to get her to marry you. That you bought the flat opposite hers just to stalk p>
“That’s enough.” Ashton ended the call with a sharp swipe.
He turned to me. “You heard that p>
I nodded slowly. My head felt weirdly light, as if my brain had floated slightly out of place. “So you know there was never a dancer. Now tell me, where the hell did that come from p>