Katherine’s POV.
Later that evening, as we all gathered around the dinner table, I could feel a strange tension lingering between Ashley and Owen.
She sat next to me, absentmindedly pushing her food around her plate while Owen and Adrian engaged in a lively conversation about business.
Across the table, Charlotte and the kids were giggling, recounting the highlights of the day’s events—how it was the ‘best birthday ever.’
My attention drifted back to Ashley. Did she tell him? I could see her mind was clearly elsewhere. I leaned in closer, my voice barely above a whisper.
“How did it go?” I asked, my hand brushing hers in a gentle, reassuring gesture.
She sighed, her lips pressing together for a moment before she shook her head. “I didn’t get the chance to tell him,” she murmured.
