Just…go home to your wife,' so that I can have my mental breakdown in private. She had pretended very well, well enough to convince herself that he was with her because he truly loved her and that the other women meant nothing because no matter how pretty, or sexy, or thin, it was she that he always returned to. Her face burned even more as the depths of her ignorance finally sunk in. And the only thing a fluffy girl did was to pay some good-looking guy for his time. They called people like her fluffy girls. Oh my god, this cannot be happening.īut in truth, she knew that she had never been his girlfriend. My boyfriend of three years has just gotten married…to someone other than me. I know that you hate me right now.'? He watched her, probably waiting for her to default to the Ashleigh that he knew so well the one that would melt when he flashed that perfect smile, or who clung to his arm in pride because he was so fine that sometimes just looking at him caused her entire body to ache-because he was her man, Ashleigh Marie Dalton the girl that people described as pretty-if only she would lose those extra few pounds.īut right now she couldn't even look at him, because when she did all she could think is how stupid she was. Maybe she would just die and that would solve everything.

Her heart couldn't even beat normally it felt like a huge invisible fist had reached into her chest and had a grip on her. But what he'd just done was oh so much worse. Not that DeAngelo had ever put his hands on her in that way. She felt like Celie…like if she had a straight razor in her hand right now DeAngelo would be one second from lying on the floor dead. Ashleigh prayed that her face stayed as impassive as Miss Celie's face in The Color Purple after Mister smacked her for daydreaming about her sister in Africa.

Beast by Pepper Pace