Asher’s POV
"Why are you here?" Zachary’s tone dripped with venom, his whole body tense.
I smirked. Watching him like this was always entertaining.
"I’m here for her."
His frown deepened, jaw tightening. "What the f**k is wrong with you? She’s my wife, don’t you get that?"
I ignored him, my gaze locked on Isabella. She wouldn’t look at me, her fingers twitching slightly. The way she avoided my eyes only made me grin more.
"Get out of our way," Zachary snapped.
My smirk slipped. I met his glare with a blank expression.
"Asher, you shouldn’t be here," Isabella said, her voice calm but careful.
"Why not?" My eyes stayed on her. "You’re here."
She shifted on her feet, shoulders stiff.
"I can be anywhere I want," I said, my voice dropping, "as long as you’re there."
I tried to stay
