Zach
The past
The drive to Ashley's childhood home felt like an eternity. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles had gone white, but I barely noticed. All I could think about was the look of devastation on her face when she'd accused me of betraying her, of betraying our family. The memory of her walking away from our home, from our son, felt like a knife twisting in my chest.
She demanded divorce from me. A divorce…. I still couldn't believe this s**t. How could she want to destroy our marriage? How could she think of living without me?
I had to make this right. I had to ask what she'd really seen to lead her to this decision? I had to ask why in the freaking world she accused me? Why in the world was she asking for divorce? Why did she want to shatter our lives an
