Chapter 33: Taste of Jealousy

Ashton was unwilling to release his grip on Layla, even though he finally realized her firm stance against remarriage and that she had moved on to someone new. Curiosity gnawed at him as he wondered if it was the young man from the club or just some random guy. For the first time in his life, jealousy consumed Ashton, making his heartache boil with envy. He held onto Layla's shoulders tightly, his intensity causing her to wince in pain. Ignoring her discomfort, he repeated with a fiery gaze. "Who did this to you? Tell me, Layla. I've humbled myself to beg you, and this is how you repay me?" Layla shut her eyes, grappling with how to respond. She no longer dared to face him. She didn't know how to tell him that she had slept with his friend more than once. Layla didn't think it was awkward before knowing that Simon was Tristan. However, now that she knew the truth, faced with Ashton's pressing questions, she struggled to find the right words. The tension grew as Ashton angrily grab