Asher’s POV
This is f*****g bad.
I shoved Zara off me, panic flooding my chest. “Bella—this isn’t what it looks like,” I stammered, my voice cracking.
She didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just stood there frozen, wide-eyed and wounded.
I stepped toward her. “Bella, I swear to you, it’s not what it looked like.”
I reached out, but she flinched—her whole body recoiling like my touch burned. That single motion shattered something in me.
Then she looked at me, eyes glassy with unshed tears, and I could feel my own breath catch. She’s crying… because of me.
“What are you doing, Asher?” she asked, voice trembling with pain.
“Zara came here and—”
“And you were about to f**k her?” she snapped, cutting me off like a blade to the chest.
My mouth parted in shock. “Bella… you know me. I’d never do
