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Loretta I stood in the kitchen, my hands gripping the edge of the counter, staring blankly out of the window. The sunlight streamed in, but it did nothing to lift the heaviness in my chest. Why do I keep falling for him? I asked myself silently, frustration bubbling inside me. Why can’t I resist his touch, his words, the way he looks at me? Just earlier today, I had watched him flirt shamelessly with his physiotherapist, and now, somehow, it was my turn again.This is exactly who Asher Prescott is. A married man who treats women like trophies, like pieces in some game only he can win. He doesn’t love me, he doesn’t care about anyone but himself. And yet I let him in every single time. I could feel the sting of my own foolishness, and before I could stop myself, I slapped my hand hard against my cheek. “Loretta,” I muttered to myself, “you should have learned your lesson by now. If you keep letting him, he will only keep using you.”I sighed deeply and turned away from the window, wis

LorettaI could barely focus at work. My mind kept drifting back to Dad. I still hadn’t heard from him, and the worry was eating me alive. Tonia drove me to his place early this morning, and the moment we stepped inside, it became painfully clear he hadn’t been home for a week either.I felt sick, I have two kids depending on me. I can’t afford to hire a private investigator. I was already almost late for work today, and if not for the time, we would have gone straight to the police to report him missing.When I finally got to work, I prayed for a quiet day, the first person I saw outside was Richard. My stomach dropped instantly. God, please, I can’t lose this job.Not now, not with everything else falling apart.“Miss Astor,” he called as I walked toward the mansion. He was standing behind his car, it looked like he had just arrived. “I haven’t heard from you in a while,” he added with that strange smile of his.“I wish it were that simple,” I said. “I haven’t seen Diane. The last t

AsherEarlier, as we drove to Loretta’s place, memories kept flashing through my mind. Memories of dropping her off, stealing a kiss in this very car, and picking her up from that same house. Memories that reminded me that Loretta and I were far more than just a boss and secretary, despite what she had claimed.There’s so much more I remember, though my mind still struggles to hold it all. But nothing could have prepared me for the revelation that she had children. She has a man in her life, yet she returned my kiss when I kissed her. The thought made my chest tighten. Part of me wanted to tell her to call her husband or her baby daddy but I stopped myself. I didn’t want to come across as insensitive, or worse, like I had some hidden agenda.As soon as we dropped them off, Richard and I drove straight home in silence. The quiet weighed heavily on me until I finally broke it, my voice sharp with curiosity and suspicion.“What are you hiding from Richard?” I asked. “You know a lot abou

AsherThey all just stood there, staring at me like I had suddenly grown two heads. The silence dragged on so long it started to get on my nerves.“I will ask one more time,” I said, my voice tight. “What do her kids have to do with me?”Loretta shifted from foot to foot, eyes darting everywhere except in my direction. That alone set off alarms in my head. Her father looked between the both of us, confused.“He doesn’t know?” he asked her quietly, She shook her head.My jaw clenched. “What exactly am I supposed to know?” I snapped. Just because there were gaps in my memory didn’t mean I was stupid enough to fall for whatever game they were playing.Loretta finally forced herself to meet my eyes. Her voice was barely a whisper. “The babies are yours.”I froze for a second, then burst out laughing loud and disbelieving laughter.“Right,” I said, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye. “So the babies you had for another man after we broke up, those ones are suddenly mine?” I scoffed. “D

AsherThe soft creak of the door pulled me out of sleep. For a moment, I was disoriented, staring around the quiet room and realizing I was completely alone. Then it all rushed back, the warehouse, the overwhelming flash of memories, the way everything inside me had spiraled until I blacked out.But now everything was clear. For the first time in two years, my mind wasn’t a foggy maze. I remembered everything, how I met Loretta, the deals we closed, how our relationship journey started. I remembered Sarah’s pregnancy, the shock, the confusion, the issues it had caused.And I remembered the accident, every sound, every scream, every detail I had forced myself not to feel. The weight of it all settled in my chest, heavy but strangely relieving. I had my life back, piece by piece.The door opened again, more firmly this time, and Richard stepped inside. His expression softened when he saw I was awake. Without saying a word, he crossed the room, slid an arm under my shoulder, and helped m