Ashley
Zach stood in the doorway, imposing in his tailored suit, eyes cold as they swept over the packed suitcase. Something flickered in his expression—regret? Pain? It was gone so quickly I might have imagined it.
"So you're really leaving," he said, his voice carefully controlled.
I straightened my spine. "Did you expect me to stay where I'm not trusted or wanted?"
"Trust works both ways, Ash." He stepped into the room, hands in his pockets. "How was I supposed to know you weren't part of their scheme?"
"Because you were supposed to know me," I replied, my voice cracking. "Three years of marriage, Zach. If you could believe I married you for your money, then you never knew me at all."
He ran a hand through his dark hair. His frustration made my heart twist. "Your stepmother had f
