The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with unspoken words and simmering anger. Asher paced back and forth, a new habit he picked in the past few weeks since the scandal, his movements sharp and restless, while Scarlet, Nick, and Tyler sat around the table, their expressions a mix of concern and frustration. Silvia’s plan had been laid out, but Asher’s distrust hung over the room like a storm cloud, dark and unyielding.
“I don’t trust her,” Asher said, his voice low and edged with anger. “Not one bit. She’s just want to find a way back, and this? This reeks of it.”
Scarlet exchanged a glance with Nick, her lips pressed into a thin line. She understood Asher’s anger—Silvia had hurt him deeply in the past—but they were running out of options. “Asher,” she said carefully, “I get it.
