(Aurora’s POV)
I was sitting in the back seat of the car, my hands clenched tightly in my lap. The city blurred past my window, but my mind was somewhere else.
No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The article. The picture. Asher with that actress. It shouldn’t bother me, I kept telling myself that.
Our marriage wasn’t out of love. It was forced, arranged, a deal neither of us had a choice in. And yet… these past few months, I had started to feel something, a connection, a sense of belonging with the Skylar brothers.
And Asher…He was different.
I had seen the way he softened around me. How he made sure I was comfortable, how he would talk to me when I felt lonely, how he always had that easygoing smile but still watched over me.
But that picture…Him holding a
