Christopher's POV
"Asher thinks it's over. But it's not. I'll show him what I'm made of. I'll make sure he loses Abigail."
I muttered bitterly as I stormed into my room, the rage in my chest barely contained. The moment the door slammed behind me, I halted in surprise.
My mother was already there, sitting gracefully on the edge of my bed, like she'd been waiting for me.
"Mother?" I blinked. What could she possibly want?
She turned to me with that signature calculating smile of hers. That smile meant only one thing: she had a plan. And if there was one thing I could always count on, it was that Mother never planned to fail.
"You're back early," she said softly, folding her hands on her lap.
"I couldn't stand watching Asher parade around like he owns the world. Like Abigail belongs
