ASHER I knew I was done for the moment I saw her standing there, framed by the light from the hallway. The dress I had chosen was doing things to me I couldn't put into words. It hugged every curve, every line of her body, and the crimson fabric only intensified how delicate yet powerful she looked. My fingers twitched at the thought of pulling it off her, but I forced myself to stay calm. “You look…” I began, my voice low as I pulled her closer to me, the words trailing off as they didn't seem enough. It was taking an incredible amount of restraint not to take her into my arms and pull it right off of her, right there and right then. Obviously I didn't, but as she walked closer to me, it made it a lot harder not to. Her eyes softened, a little bashful, as she adjusted the straps of her dress, her cheeks matching the color of it. "I'm glad you like it," she said quietly, with a hint of mischief behind her smile. "Like it?" I stepped closer, leaning in just enough that I could br
CLAIRE The ride home was quieter than before. Not the awkward kind of quiet, but more like that peaceful silence where neither of us needed to say anything. I could still feel the warmth of Asher’s hand lingering on mine from when he helped me into the car. I turned my head slightly to look at him, stealing a glance while he kept his eyes on the road. His jaw was clenched in concentration, but there was this softness in his expression, a calmness that I wasn’t used to seeing in him. I wondered if he felt the same way I did—like something between us had shifted tonight, like we were getting closer to whatever this was between us. And it was scaring me just a little.My gaze fell back to my lap, and I fiddled with the hem of my dress, replaying the night in my head. He’d been... different. Not that he wasn’t always sweet, but tonight, it felt like he was going out of his way to show me how much he cared. Or maybe I was just finally starting to believe it. That thought made my stomach
CLAIREThe yellow flowery sundress I had on made my skin pop. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror as I tried to fasten the zip. “Hey, let me help you with that.” That deep baritone voice stirred something in me, my heart picking up its pace. “Hi,” I murmured back, a small smile touching my lips. He stood behind me, our gazes licking as we stared at each other from the mirror. I could feel my cheek heat up, burning up my ears. I averted my gaze from his. His hand grazed my bare back softly, his touch lingering there for a few seconds, before he proceeded to fasten my zip. “Uhm...thank you.” I said, stepping away from him before I gave into the urge to lean into his warmth. “You look beautiful, Mrs Gray.” He said with a smile that reached his eyes, tucking his hands into his pockets. For the first time since he entered the room, I took in his appearance. He had his blazer hung on his left arm, the sleeves of his crisp white shirts rolled up to his elbows, revealing his very ex
CLAIREI don't know how long I stretched; I only knew that I had no desire to go to work today or leave this bed. I turned to the other side of the bed and blinked in surprise as I stared at Asher's sleeping state. His chest rose up and down in slow motion, and he looked so peaceful that I didn't have the heart to wake him up. I was surprised to see him here. I hadn't audibly voiced out my need for him to stay here last night, but somehow it seems like he knew what I needed before I even asked. I stretched out my hand and then paused as I battled with the need to stroke the side of his face tenderly. With every moment that passed. I felt this insane hunger to touch him. My body instantly came alive with heat at the thought, and my cheeks flushed with color instantly. It was ridiculous that this was the first thing that I would be thinking about in the morning. No shame at all. My subconscious deemed it the perfect moment to mock me. I tried to ignore it. The room was shrouded in co
CLAIRE I couldn't help but smirk at Liah's reaction as Asher’s words sank in. Her eyes flicked between us, and the look on her face was priceless—a mix of thinly veiled disdain and something I couldn’t quite place.“Of course,” she said, forcing a tight-lipped smile. “I didn’t mean to intrude on your... family time.” Her voice oozed sarcasm, and she lingered on the last two words as if they were bitter to say.Asher’s hand rested on my thigh, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin. I felt a surge of confidence as he held his ground, his stance making it clear where he stood with me. I shifted closer, leaning into his touch, and met Liah’s gaze, refusing to look away."Asher and I were actually discussing a potential stay-at-home day,” I said, letting the implication hang in the air. “You know, quiet mornings together are pretty rare for us.”Liah's jaw clenched ever so slightly before she masked it with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Well, isn’t that lovely?” she said, tilt
ASHER I was aware of the silence that lingered between us. I didn't know how to start the conversation exactly. I was petrified of saying the wrong things. She sat quietly on the stone bench beside me, overlooking the green grass quietly. I brought her to the park. I always came here whenever life got too overwhelming and I wanted to seek some damn solitude.My stomach fluttered with warmth at the thought of her being here to share my intimate space with me. I closed my eyes and sighed for a brief moment. How the hell was I even supposed to start this conversation? I was tired and exhausted from the tension that seemed to linger between us.I needed to fix it. I couldn't spend another day not talking to her. “I didn't get to thank you for stepping in earlier,” she paused. I could notice the way her shoulders were rigid with tension. Like she was looking for the right words to say, just like me. It was oddly comforting to know that at least I wasn't the only one struggling. She felt
ASHER My heart raced as I walked past her and entered the condo. It was furnished to perfection just like I remembered me, and it scented of“I bought some cinnamon-scented candles. You used to like it, especially when we used to have sex on the couch,” she said as she closed the door behind her. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and I sighed.I was going to have to tolerate her antics for now, unfortunately. “Your father texted me. I was supposed to meet up with him for dinner to discuss the features of the contract. I thought he was showing to be here.” I shot her a look. She didn't hide the way her eyes traveled down the length of me.Her eyes darkened with hunger, which heightened my anxiety. What the hell was I still doing here, especially when she was dressed like that? I had no business here. I paused at the sudden urge to bolt. Unfortunately, I was going to have to endure this. There was nothing I could do, and it irritated the fuck out of me.“He called me at the last mi
CLAIRE I knew how scared I was. I tried to tell myself that there was no need to panic but for some reason. I was afraid. It was already two hours before Asher told me when he was going to return, and when he finally returned, he looked worn out and tired. I could tell that he wasn't in the mood to make conversation. I wondered if something went wrong during the meeting. His face was dark and gloomy, and I could tell that he was trying very hard to look normal. He was smiling in a way that didn't quite reach his eyes. I wanted to ask him what was wrong. I wanted to tell him that he could talk to me, but he looked dead on his feet, so I couldn't really say anything more. As he was about to enter the next room, I caught a glimpse of the red lipstick stain at the left corner of his shirt. My brows furrowed deeply because I didn't know what to do. We had just had a lengthy conversation about trust and honesty. I had told him that I had loved him. I had been beyond elated that he didn'
ASHER “Who’s been kidnapped? Do you know the person personally?” She inquired.“It’s my wife, I’m going to get her now,” I answered. “Sir, I’d advise against that. Why don’t you let the police officers do their job,” she advised. I let out a slight laugh, “this is my wife we’re talking about, I can’t sit back and let some asshole take her so it’s either you guys arrive quickly or you’d have a dead body on your hand”. “A dead body?” I ended the call and increased the speed of the car till I arrived at Glory Avenue. I scanned the houses on the street, searching for a deep blue roof. On searching it, I swerved to the right, slowing down as I edged into the lawn of the house, unintentionally. I pulled out the key, wearing it in one finger, curling my fingers into a fist, letting the key rest against my knuckle. My heart raced with adrenaline, and my brows furrowed. I kept walking till I arrived at the front door. The windows were closed, and the lights were turned off. I stepped, tu
ASHER'S P.O.VEverything happened in a blur. My father tried to reason with me, but I wasn’t interested in what he had to say. How could he take Regal as his son? Even after what he did to Claire. My Claire. Speaking of Claire, she must be waiting for me. She’s probably worried about me. I didn’t mean to leave her with Regal and Annabelle, the people who hurt her, but I couldn’t bear seeing their faces. If I stayed there any longer, I might have done something I’d regret. I excused myself. My father agreed with a nod, and I left the room. “Claire,” I called as I approached the living room. I received no answer in return. My eyebrows furrowed. Why wasn’t she saying anything? If it was any other scenario, I’d think she didn't hear me, but she was with the people who caused her harm, of course she’d want to leave. She’d rush towards me, and I’d be more than happy to welcome her into my arms. I quickened my pace, still calling for her, just in case she didn’t hear me the first time.
CLAIRE“Unbearing?” I blinked. “Then your sister swooped in,” he kept pushing me down the street, until we arrived beside a car. With one hand on my waist, he pushed me towards the door, releasing his other hand from my arm and grabbing the knob of the back door. “Get in,” he demanded.I shook my head. “Get in, Claire. I don’t want to be violent towards you,” he advised. “You’re very important to me, I don’t want to do anything to hurt our child”.“Our child,” I was taken aback. “Get in,” he demanded, rasing his tone,not intending to correct himself any time soon.Did he really think he could ruin my life, kill our baby turn when his life doesn’t turn out the way he plans, he swoops on and tries to clam what’s not his.“Get in,” he pushed on my waist and I drop onto the seat. I lift my head up to find Liah sitting at the further end, her body resting against the car door, wearing all black. “What are you doing here?” I question. She didn’t say a thing. I turn to face Regald who
CLAIRE I was amused, to say the least. I watched Regal stumble over words. Annabelle turned away from me, spinning her head towards Regal and grabbing his arm when he revealed her name. Her eyes grew wide, trying to silence him. He tore his arm away from her and began speaking, but she talked over him, causing chaos. I picked up a glass of wine from the table, raising it to my lips. I didn’t drink any, I just needed something to keep me busy and stop me from speaking. The air is thick with tension as Regal leans forward, his voice tight with frustration. Regal had everyone’s eyes on him, and he suddenly burst, words spewing out of his lips uncontrollably, “You all think I’m some heartless bastard for what I did, but you don’t understand, It wasn’t just me. Annabelle and I—she was the reason. She made me see that bringing a child into a relationship that was already dead was a mistake. We made the decision together.”I stiffen, gripping my wine glass, my knuckles turning white.
CLAIRE Dinner. I dreaded it. We'd barely arrived home before Gregory began to interfere with our privacy again. We've barely settled back in and here we were at dinner, surrounded by the very people that I have sworn to avoid. But considering the miracle that had happened to Asher and I. It was almost impossible for anything to bother me. Not even Regal and Annabelle's presence was enough. I Blake my eyes and sighed. I was beginning to feel tired. It was always easy to feel so tired and worn out from the stress. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was exhausted as I leaned my head against Asher's shoulder and closed my eyes for a brief moment. Just a sliver of time to get it back together. “Are you alright?” Regal said and my eyes opened as my gaze met his. I wasn't even irritated, the hate that I felt for him that I had carried for him for years began to wear off. Not entirely. Buy maybe enough to fixate on what he had done to me years ago. His eyes were full of concern as he looked a
CLAIRE I was glad she didn’t make mention of the pastAsher exhaled a laugh. “That’s the best news I’ve heard in a long time.”Dr. Patel went over a few more details. “We’ll schedule you for your next ultrasound around 20 weeks,” she said. “That’s when we can check for anatomy details—and if you want, find out the sex.”I exchanged a glance with Asher. “I think we want to wait,” she said.Dr. Patel smiled. “That’s great. Any questions for me?”I hesitated, then asked, “What are the chances of anything going wrong because of what i went through in the past?”Dr. Patel softened. “I understand the worry, but at this point, your risk of a miscarriage or any issue at all has dropped significantly. I’d say just enjoy the moment.”I squeezed Asher’s hand, feeling lighter than she had in weeks.We left her office with glee. My eyes still glanced around until the got glued to this particular lady who looked a lot like Liah. She turned and I could see her fully.I halted and so did Asher, alth
CLAIRE The fluorescent lights glowed softly above as Asher and I. The air carried the faint familiar scent of disinfectant and that of hope. It ached to think about the possibility of not having a child but there was still I change i could have one. I took a deep breath, her fingers instantly tightening around Asher’s hand as we walked toward the receptionist’s desk. He moved his thumb gently against mine and when we arrived in front of the desk, I looked over at him and smiled. “Good morning,” the receptionist greeted, her fingers clicking across the keyboard. “You must be Claire Henshaw?”“Claire Henshaw,” I was slow to respond, turning away from Asher and facing the nurse. The surname still haunted me, like a roof over my head, something I couldn’t get rid off. Asher’s face said no less, his jaws clenched and his fingers folding as their slowly pulled away from my shoulder. The knots tightened and the tension grew. I could recall sitting here as well with an unresponsive Regal
CLAIRE My body trembled slightly as I wretched into the toilet. Whatever was left of my dinner last night escaped my body as I threw up. Some strands of hair clung to my forehead because of the sweat that broke out and even if I didn't want to admit it. My body was heavy with exhaustion. I felt the breeze on my neck as my hair was being raised up gently. I could sense Asher behind me as he rubbed tender circles against my back. The movement was comforting. Everything about it was comforting. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was exhausted. Everything was exhausting. With my exhaustion, I also sensed fear. No matter how much I tried to force my mind not to linger on it, it was there regardless. As much as there was fear, there was hope. Or maybe I was afraid to hope. My eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment as I placed my hand gently against my belly. It couldn't be. There was no way that it was possible. It certainly wouldn't be possible. But each time I tried to deny it, my hope
CLAIREWe made our way to the car and he helped me in. “I can walk,” I laughed lightly. He was treated me gently, way more than usual, like a fragile egg that was at risk of shattering. He looked amused, “I just don’t want anything to happen to you”. He stood between the door and I. “Is it because the doctor said I might ne pregnant?” I joked bit he took it more than just a joke. His straightened his face, his lips stretching into a thin line. He stepped closer and I blinked, staring at him confused. “I love you with or without the pregnancy,” he said in a stern tone. “A child won’t make me love you more or less, I love you just the way you are, you’re an amazing woman and I can’t imagine my life without you”. I blinked. “Understand?” He asked. I nodded, “I know, you’ve told me”. “Don’t you ever forget it,” he said, slamming thr door shut then walking towards his side of the car. He got in, placed his hand on the steering wheel, reached for his key, inserted it and started th