My chest tightened.
Asher.
I swallowed hard, trying to relax my stiff shoulders. But I couldn’t. Not after hearing Asher’s name roll so carelessly off Domenico’s tongue.
How could you bring Asher into this? I wanted to scream. How could he be okay with any of this?
Domenico cleared his throat, casual and composed. “I came here to see you because I thought it would be appropriate for us to meet before our engagement.”
I cringed at the word engagement, but I masked it with a tight, polite smile.
He continued, voice smooth. “I also thought we should talk about my son.”
My stomach dropped.
There was an awkward pause before my mother gently nudged me.
“Yes,” I answered quickly, forcing my voice to stay steady.
“I thought we were under the same understanding,” he said, eyes narrowing s
