I grabbed Miles by the collar and pulled him down, locking eyes with him as I slurred, "Ashton, you’re finally here... You jerk. What took you so long?"

His expression darkened, and his grip on my wrist tightened. "Elaine, you’re drunk. I’m not Ashton."

"No, you are Ashton," I said, tracing the line of his brow with my finger. "You’ve changed. You don’t love me anymore... You left me..."

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