Chapter 3

Suddenly, I couldn't help but laugh at myself. Back when we just got married, I gave Asher a pink scarf, and he mocked me for being childish.

I opened the closet and stared at the rows of high-end, custom suits I'd carefully picked out for him. My nose stung with bitterness all over again.

I steadied myself. If he didn't want them, didn't care, then I might as well throw them all away.

After all, it was all coming to an end.

The next morning, Asher woke up, didn't even bother to change, and rushed out the door after answering…