Chapter 66: Gunshot

Sitting across from her, Ashton fiddled with his gun with a twisted grin. He lunged forward, moving as quickly as a leopard, and ripped off the blindfold that had been covering Layla's eyes. Blinded by the sudden brightness, she instinctively shut her eyes tight. A familiar scent of cologne mixed with smoke hit her. She recognized it instantly as Ashton's. What once felt comforting now oozed with bitter hostility. Ashton looked like he had aged years in just a few months, with a stubbly chin and a noticeably thinner frame. His once sharp, tailored suit now hung off him loosely and wrinkled. He completely lost the dapper image he had always maintained, especially since he used to coordinate his outfits and accessories to perfection every single day. "How did things get this bad for you?" She asked, frowning at the sight of him. His bloodshot eyes glared at her, full of fury. "It's all your fault! I poured everything I had into you, but you just threw me away for someone bette