Ashley
Zach frowned. "My what?"
"Don't play dumb, Zach. Jenny. The woman you're apparently planning to marry. The woman who ambushed my son and me at the ice cream parlor today."
"Ash, I don't know what you're talking about—"
"Really?" I laughed bitterly. "So you didn't tell her that I gave up on our marriage? That I wasn't enough for you? That I abandoned you when you needed me most?"
He stared at me like I'd lost my mind. "I never said any of those things to anyone, Ashley. What the hell is going on?"
"She knew things, Zach. Personal things about our marriage, about me. She said you told her I wasn't a good wife, that I didn't fight for us."
"I never—" he ran his hands through his hair, his frustration evident. " I don't know what Jenny told you, but I never discussed our marriag
