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The New Wife
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CHAPTER ELEVEN: The Wait Asher walked down the stairs and slumped into a chair at the dining table, exhaustion and frustration etched into his features. He rubbed his temples, letting out a weary sigh as one of the three maids stepped forward to serve him breakfast. Leaning back into his seat, he exhaled slowly, trying to shake off the weight pressing down on him. Across the table, Catherine sat two seats away, buttering her toast with a smug expression. The morning’s menu was a traditional English breakfast. “And a good morning to you,” she said, taking a slow, deliberate bite, clearly amused by his state. Asher barely spared her a glance, as if just now registering her presence. “Morning,” he muttered, his voice gruff as he set his phone down on the table. Catherine’s lips curved into a smirk. “So… how’s the little devil? Still no sign of making an appearance?” she asked, mockery lacing her tone. Asher’s expression darkened. His grip tightened slightly around his coffee cup.
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Dahlia’s gaze remained fixed on Asher, her voice laced with quiet confusion. “Why would you do that?”“I just want to,” Asher replied simply.She hesitated, searching his face for an answer beyond the words he had given. “Is it because… you pity me?”The thought unsettled her. She had seen a different side of Asher tonight, a man with depth, with understanding. The last thing she wanted was for that image to be tainted by pity.“No, no, no,” Asher rushed to refute her assumption, shaking his head adamantly. “It’s not pity. I don’t— I wouldn’t insult you like that. I know you wouldn’t want that.”Dahlia studied him for a moment, tilting her head slightly, still puzzled. “If it’s not pity, then what is it?”Asher exhaled, his voice softer now, thoughtful. “There’s something called a turning point,” he said. “And I want to give you that—the chance to change your story. In a way that would make your father proud.”Dahlia swallowed, her fingers absently rubbing the pendant around her neck,
