Asher’s POV
“What the f**k are you doing here, Zach?” I snapped, my voice sharp with anger and irritation. “No—don’t answer that. How dare you even show your face in front of me? Haven’t I humiliated you enough?”
He scoffed, unfazed.
“Won’t you let me in?” he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“Don’t do this to yourself, Zach. I let you go once. Don’t think I’ll be that generous again.” My tone was cold, clipped, brimming with warning.
“I’m guessing that’s a no to coming inside?” he said, still wearing that smug smile. “That’s fine. We can talk right here.”
I crossed my arms, jaw clenched.
“Asher,” he continued, stepping closer, “you do realize Isabella and I aren’t divorced yet? Which means you being in a relationship with her… is a crime.”
I laughed. Loud, bitter, and unrestrain
