Zachary’s POV
I smirked the moment I caught the scowl on Asher’s face.
“She isn’t your wife,” he spat, voice brimming with rage.
I chuckled, slow and mocking. “Who are you to decide that?” I stepped closer, my tone low and venomous. “Legally, she is my wife. On paper, she’s mine. So what exactly are you yapping about?”
I swept a glance around the council chamber, every elder watching with bated breath. “I’m glad we’re all here today. This circus has gone on far too long,” I added, letting the amusement fall from my voice as my smile twisted into a glare. “You accused me of a crime I didn’t commit, and despite your pathetic attempts, the truth came out. The real culprit is behind bars.” I leaned in, my voice a hiss in his ear. “You’ll regret ever coming for me, Asher.”
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