They say men rarely cry, especially in front of women.

But I saw it with my own eyes—Alex’s face collapsing as tears welled up in his reddened eyes and spilled down his cheeks.

I didn’t try to console him. Instead, I walked out, letting him mourn Ashton in his own way.

Alex had once told me that this company belonged to Ashton, even though, on paper, Alex was the official owner. That said everything about their relationship. Ashton had trusted him ...