Asher’s Point of View
My gaze locked with Grandpa's stern stare. He must have lost his mind because there's no way I'm going to divorce Scarlett just because he said so. I've always listened to him and agreed with him, but I'm no longer a fifteen-year-old boy; I'm in my late twenties, for heaven's sake. He can't make decisions for me just like that.
“If you want me to get divorced from Asher, then I don't mind as long as I get custody of my child,” Scarlett’s words were firm as she stared at Grandpa.
Nick scoffed. “Just listen to yourself. A murderer like you doesn't deserve to be a mother,” she spat, and I threw a glare at her.
“Nicole Martin Black, watch your words when you speak to my wife, or else, unlike last time, I'll send you to an early grave,” I spat, my gaze piercing right i
