Chapter 14

Okay, so that could not necessarily imply that he was reconsidering his decision to wed Ainsley, but a girl could dream, couldn't she? In addition, the booze and herbal pills were causing her mind to become sluggish, and she was thinking about all the immoral things she wanted to do to Mr. Nathan Greg. She chuckled as she reclined in the chair. She closed her eyes, inclined her head to the ceiling, and allowed her hair to flow down over the back of her chair. Her mind conjured up lovely scenarios in which Nathan would declare his everlasting love for her and insist on being married to her rather than Ainsley as she gripped her phone to her breast. She pictured Ainsley walking up the aisle with Nathan by her side, her exquisite little face wrinkled up in ugly sobs. Oh, she did recognize Ainsley Rusch's appearance perfectly. For the previous six months, she had tracked the bitch online using Google, and she was eager to remove the smug grin off her attractive face. She heard a deep voice