The living room was filled with the cold, artificial glow of the television screen. I sat there, curled up in a ball, my knees tucked tightly against my chest as I stared at the headline flashing across the screen:
"Asher Blackwood Spotted in an Intimate Moment with a Mysterious Woman: The Perfect Match?"
My stomach churned and twisted as the camera panned to the photo. It was Lila—delicate, poised, and impeccably styled—leaning into Asher as if she were meant to be there. A wave of nausea washed over me as I realized that she was the woman he had been caught with. The woman who could match his status and wealth, unlike someone like me.
Compared to her, I felt like nothing more than a servant in a wealthy villa. Insignificant and unworthy of being in Asher's world of opulence and sophis
