One Hundred and Forty One

Asher’s POV

I stood by the kitchen door with my bag in my hand, listening to what they were saying; my mother and my wife.

As soon as I got back from the office, my butler had told me my mother was around and that she was in the kitchen with May, and now I was here to meet them.

But then I got here and I heard May said she was leaving. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. I even clenched my hands in fists, it was all I could do to not storm in there, grabbed her hands and drag her upstairs to show her why she wasn’t going to leave.

“Again, thank you, but I can’t stay. I just wanted to speak with Asher before I left.” I heard her say. “And it’s taking too long for him to come home. I don’t know if you please tell him I said good-bye?” She said.

Okay, that was the height of what I could stay here and listen to, because I was already boiling. But then again, I knew I couldn’t show anger because I knew she was also hurting.

I grabbed the doorknob and pushed it downward to open the door,