It was a Saturday afternoon when Asher first realized just how public Bella’s disregard for him could be.
He had agreed—grudgingly—to accompany her to a brunch her friends had organized at one of the city’s trendiest rooftop cafes. He wasn’t thrilled about being thrust into another world of wealth and performance, but he had learned over the past months that resisting Bella’s whims only earned him mockery. He wanted to make her happy, even if it meant enduring another round of humiliation.
He arrived slightly early, wearing a crisp white shirt and a navy blazer he had borrowed from a friend—a small attempt at “blending in” without losing himself. The doorman greeted him politely, though his raised eyebrow hinted at silent judgment. He ignored it, taking a deep breath as he walked toward
