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Chapter 8 Caden walked right past me with this dark ass expression, grabbed Kennedy without saying a word, and dragged her away. I got yanked into Asher's car too, couldn't even worry about her anymore. His face looked scary as hell, but he didn't say shit the whole ride. After forever of this suffocating silence, my initial fear and panic just... faded somehow. I figured, might as well get everything out in the open now. Could be good. I cleared my throat, about to speak, but Asher beat me to it: "Why won't you ever just listen to me?" Listen to what?

That he had some sob story excuse for going MIA the day Bianca flew back? Or that the moaning I heard on the phone was all just an act for me? I let out a cold laugh: "Listen to what exactly?" "Everything with you and Bianca-I saw it with my own eyes, heard it with my own ears." "I trust what I know." Asher pulled over, rubbed his face: "Look, that night I got shitfaced at some reunion, left my phone lying around. She grabbed it. I had NO idea she was sending your calls straight to voicemail." "When I finally sobered up and checked my phone, I saw she'd picked up one of them.

That's when I knew she pulled some shit to mess with your head, so I was gonna bring her over and make her tell you the truth. But then she said all that fucked up stuff at dinner. I was going off on HER that night, not you." "Okay yeah, fine-she meant something to me back in the day. But the second I saw her at that airport, I felt... nothing. That's when it hit me-I got over her a long time ago." "It's been three years. YOU'RE the one I love now." First time in three years I'd heard him talk this much at once. But it was all too late.

No matter what he said now, it just sounded fake as hell to me. I shook my head, looked him dead in the eye, voice flat: "But I can't see you loving me." "You know even Caden and Kennedy could tell-all you ever gave me was respect. That's it." "Even without Bianca, I was already done with this marriage." "Asher, nobody can stand being frozen out by an ice king forever without getting hurt." He froze, like he didn't expect that answer. All the emotions he'd been holding back suddenly exploded. He stopped hiding.

"So that's what this is about..." "But I'm the head of the whole Harrington empire. I can't just fuck around and show feelings all day like regular people." "Everything I do affects tons of people and deals. So staying in control is part of my job." Right. He's got energy to run the whole Harrington empire. But never had time to deal with my feelings. Even one normal date together took me begging for days. I pulled this bitter smile, suddenly exhausted as hell. "Exactly.

That's why we don't work." "Since running didn't work out, I'm officially asking for a divorce." "Let's stop wasting each other's time." He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but I cut him off cold: "And if you're about to throw out that 'only widows' bullshit again, I don't mind actually dying in front of you for real this time." He went stiff, then quiet. When he finally spoke again, his voice was rough: "You... hate me that much?" I let out this long sigh-bitter, but also kind of relieved: "It's not hate.

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