Zachary’s POV
"You’re in love with Asher?" I barked out a laugh, the sound raw and unhinged, echoing in the small space of her apartment. "Is this some kind of joke?" My laughter bordered on manic, as if the sheer absurdity of her words had snapped something inside of me.
But Betty? She didn’t flinch.
"It’s not a joke, sweetheart," she said smoothly, taking a step back, her lips curling into a taunting smirk. "Asher is the perfect man for me—his confidence, his authority, everything about him turns me the f**k on."
The way she said it, so shameless, so unapologetic, sent a white-hot rage surging through me. My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palm as I tried—really f*****g tried—to keep myself in check.
"All the time we f****d, all the times we made love, meant nothin
