Guilt
Chapter 52
Ashley froze.
The tears she had held for the past hours came rushing down like a waterfall.
How could he come back after that mess?
Yes, it was finally out of the internet but what about the saved ones? What about the ones that had been stored for the future?
What about her?!
"Ashley.' It came again.
Slowly she stood up and turned to him.
With anger and tears in her eyes, she turned to him and shrugged.
"What?" She asked.
He was in sweatpants.
This was the first time she had seen him like this.
He was looking like he had chased a cow on his face.
"What do you want Mr. Mikhail Mazza? Just tell me the hell too want and leave my room this instant." She said, walking past him but he grabbed her arm and made her face him.
"It isn't true." He said and she scoffed.
"I don't have time for this, I need to rest my head that has been decorating room after room ever since morning." She said, wriggling to get her arms out of his hold.
"I promised you Ashley that I would never..."
"And did you keep it? Did you keep the fucking promise, Mikhail Mazza? Did you keep it?" She asked, her eyes burning in anger.
She had watched her husband, even though it wasn't a real marriage.
He was fucking a woman in that room, the room that had red lights and she was yelling his name while someone else videoed..oh wow.
"It wasn't intentional Ashley, I promise it was just for business, pure business."
"You can go ahead and lie all you want. This isn't the first time you've lied to this girl anyway." She mumbled, pointing to herself.
"Go on, keep lying..just so you know that this girl is never going to buy the shitty lies you tell her all the time. she's own as a lady and not some Highschool rat..you know?"
"Ashley.."
"Leave me alone!" She yelled, finally taking her hand from his and jumping on the bed.
"I want to sleep now Sir and I would like it if you were to leave." She said, sighing as she lifted the duvet and covered her slender body.
She was so exhausted, so tired that seeing that video had made her more miserable, more tired.
Seeing the video had killed something in her and she didn't even know what it was.
Closing her eyes..she dosed off ignoring the man that was still standing there in the middle of the room.
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Mikhail had never thought something like that would happen.
Honestly, he had never thought the bitch would pull up something like that.
To get back a territory his father had worked for so tirelessly..he had to something.
Anything the girl required of him.
He could kill her and get it if he wanted but then..the girl would be a nuisance and being dead would not solve any problems for him.
Her father would have surely wanted a fight and to keep the City safe..he had made a decision.
A decision that he knew would only hurt one person and benefit the others.
He knew Ashley loved him, longed for him, and cared for him.
That was a long time ago, and fuck it! The woman still loved him.
Was he a devil to do that to her?
Damn it! That was the problem, he was a devil.
'Stop thinking about it Mikhail, you did what you had to. You did the right thing.' He thought.
He had thought everything would be okay, but seeing her sitting there in the dark all alone as she rubbed the fur of the puppies he had let her keep, he felt a pang of betrayer seep into his heart.
Had he made her like that?
He kept standing, watching her...one full hour had passed but she was still there, sitting as if there was nothing in the world for her to hold on to.
She was about to get up when he decided to call her and let her know he was near.
"Ashley." He called and he saw her tense.
Her body went rigid and then she turned to meet his eyes.
Her eyes were red in tears.
Emotions flickered in her eyes. There were sadness, anger, and pain.
And he caused all those.
"What?" She asked, her voice strained to the point it felt like she was trying to face him and get over it without crying.
He said nothing, watching her.. staring at her, and making sure she didn't fall over.
Her legs seemed as if they would give way.
"What do you want Mr. Mikhail Mazza? Just tell me the hell you want and leave my room this instant." She said, walking past him but he grabbed her arm and made her face him.
She was horrible.
This wasn't the wife he married.
'Well, you made her like this.'
He had seen the video the morning he had woken up and thankfully it had not gotten out to the internet only on their Mafia website.
Which got him wondering how it happened.
Well, he was going to find out about it and made sure the person behind it pay.
But for the girl that had made him do all this, death was too easy.
He would make her beg him till she was tired of begging.
Sighing, he returned his gaze to Ashley.
Where was the spirit of fighting?
He had expected her to hit him, slap him, and made sure his face was red the next morning but she didn't do all those..instead, she talked till she was tired and then walk to bed to sleep.
He stood there till he heard her breath even up and knew she was asleep.
Moving to the bed, he slept on the bed and pulled her closer to himself.
"I'm so sorry Ashley Crook. I'm so sorry Ashley Mazza. I'm sorry baby." He whispered the words to her ears and closed his eyes as well.. waiting for sleep to come to find him.
TBC
