Silence pressed in around us, thick and suffocating.
I stared at Asher, my pulse roaring in my ears, my hands clenched so tightly my nails bit into my palms. He was watching me too carefully, like he was waiting for me to break.
I wasn’t going to break.
I was going to burn.
“You knew.” My voice was barely more than a whisper, but the venom in it was unmistakable.
Asher exhaled through his nose, rubbing his hands together like he was bracing for impact. “Ava—”
“You f*****g knew.”
Demi flinched. Asher didn’t.
“I suspected,” he admitted after a long pause.
A bitter laugh tore from my throat, sharp and jagged. “Suspected?” My chest heaved. “You suspected I was pregnant, and you didn’t f*****g tell me?”
“I needed to be sure.”
“Sure?” My voice cracked, and I shoved at his chest. Hard.
