ASHLEY'S P. O. V

I stared at the ceiling

I stared at nothing.

Everything felt slightly strange today. I could hear the music playing from the guys in the other apartment, and I could smell the perfume July had worn before dashing off for work.

Makes me wonder what I'm doing with my life. As Ashely Langston, I was in charge of Kellan's charity foundations, where he funded young people with business ideas and gave out student loans, but as Ashely nobody, AKA Ashely soon to be divorced, I'm a ...