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portfolio!
    The accompanying note says just five words; I was a bitch. Sorry.
    I know instantly where it’s come from and I want to wrap my portfolio around her over publicized face and mangle up her too hot to resist girl next door features. Ashleigh!
    For three years she's claimed she had no idea what I was talking about whenever Sean has asked her about it. I never thought Ashleigh would lie to Sean. But evidently she has because Sean and I have this perpetual brick wall between us because she had a score to settle with me. Well, isn't she getting her just desserts now?! Karma was a bitch because she hates the idea of press attention the way us mere mortals hate the idea of the plague. But she’s been in the LA gossip columns every weekend since Justin left Mimi.
    Honestly, she says they're chalk and cheese but as I flip through a decade of my work my mind won't let me see it. She's exactly like that uppity bitch twin sister who thinks she's better than everyone else and I hope she suffers long and hard because filling column inches dating stars like Dex Leighton is a real hardship, isn't it?
    “I thought you'd be happy to get it back.”
    Huh? I look up. He's noticed I'm pissed. Well, that must be a first for this week. He's been off his game. He's sullen. He keeps looking at the daily newspaper and tossing it to one side as he mutters. I think it's a work thing. He's usually restless when his job is on his mind. But he can't talk to me about what homicide cases he's investigating.
    We're meant to go out for a walk along the beach tonight. I know he's not in the mood but I don't want to talk about Ashleigh either. I'd tried to fix it, hadn't I? I made the first move and called her two months ago. Did she call me back? No. Well she can go to hell. I'm done with worrying about this shit anymore. So instead I'm going to focus on whatever is bugging my future husband. “Are you okay?”
    Whenever I ask this type of question and he shrugs I know he isn't going to tell me. “I'm fine.”
    “No, you're not.” I close my portfolio and put it to one side. “Please, I hate to see you like this.”
    He takes a deep breath through his nose and releases a long sigh before he admits, “I'm just not sure how I feel about Ash being all over the press like this, that's all.”
    By this, I'm perplexed. But then it hits me. His ex is dating celebrities and it's like he never existed and that's one helping of a major ego blow dished up and served to my fiancé. He tries to be blasé about it, but what if this was my ex? I think I'd feel a little... okay, a lot like a green eyed monster. “Are you jealous?”
    I think it's cute that he frowns at me like I've slapped him on the back of the head for no reason. I've thrown him off balance with the question. But he takes a second to consider it before he shakes his head. He has this tell-tale little boy innocence in his expression when he's genuine. So I believe him. “So what's this really about, Wayne?”
    “I wasn't good enough for her, was I?” He sighs. “The reason I was never invited to meet the family is because she's practically royalty over here and has celebrities queuing up to date her. How could I ever compare?”
    Wow. I think my heart just shattered into a million pieces. I wish I'd never asked because I didn't need to hear that. I pull away and he instantly reaches for me. I think he knows he's just done irreparable damage. I scramble to my feet. I don't believe it.
    “I gave up my life for you.” My voice is nothing more than a gush of air. My lungs grasp for oxygen I'm not taking in anymore. “You're still hung up on her?” I don't believe it. This hurts so much I can't find any more words. It's not the pain though. It's the anger. I can't even look at him. I have to get out of here.
    “No, of course I'm not!” Wayne comes after me and that's the problem with our apartment. By stepping out of the bedroom I'm in the kitchen, the living room and the dining area