جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 7

Melody's POVI walked away from Asher's office without making a sound. I didn't even know how my legs were carrying me.I pressed a trembling hand against my abdomen but all I could hear was Veronica's voice: “Alexander said that you guys are trying to have a baby.”And then Asher's cold response: “You heard wrong.”Why would he lie?Unless Veronica was telling the truth.Is it possible that Asher would keep something like this away from me for three whole years?I shook my head."No," the word escaped my lips before I could stop it.Asher wouldn't do that.He wouldn't.The Asher I know is stubborn, intimidating, and sometimes impossible to reason with, but he would never deliberately lie to me about something this important.I reached the entrance of the private corridor.The two guards stood there, exactly where they had been when I came in.The moment they saw me, they straightened and bowed their heads respectfully but I walked past without acknowledging either of them. I could ba

Melody's POV Asher's reaction gave me the answers I came looking for.“So it's true,” I said softly.His brow furrowed.“You really did a fertility-binding procedure and didn't tell me about it,” I continued.His jaw tightened.“That's not the issue right now,” he said.My eyes burned with tears and my voice broke as I spoke.“For three years, you watched me hope. Every month I thought maybe this would be the month, every time the test was negative, you held me while I cried. You told me not to give up. You told me we'd have our child someday.”I shook my head slightly.“All those times, you knew. You knew it was your fault we couldn't have children.”“Melody,” he said. His voice was low.“Was that why you always consoled me?” I continued as tears blurred my vision.“Was it because you knew I was blaming myself for something you already knew wasn't my fault?”His expression changed.“That isn't what this is about.”“Then what is it about?” I asked, my voice rose slightly.He stepped

Melody’s POV I couldn't count how many times I cried in the last two days. The tears seem to have become part of this room. I curled beneath the blankets, staring at the curtains drawn across the tall windows of our bedroom.Everything here brought back memories of Asher. The enormous bed we've shared for three years, the dark wooden dresser he insisted on having because he said it matched the rest of the room, the framed photograph of us from the winter festival last year, his watch lying carelessly on the bedside table because he always forgot to put it away, even his scent lingered faintly on his side of the bed.He hasn't slept here in two nights. The first night, I thought he simply needed space to think but by the second night, I knew he was avoiding me.I went to his office yesterday but the guards at the entrance of the corridor didn't let me in. According to them, Asher was busy and had instructed them not to let anyone in, not even me. I felt humiliated and the looks of pit