Amy was yanked back by someone, lost her balance, and fell to the ground. The cup in her hand shattered on impact, and shards of porcelain cut deep into her palm. Blood pooled beneath her on the floor.
Through the glass wall of the conference room, Asher witnessed the entire scene.
Everyone turned toward him as he threw down the documents in his hand and pushed open the door. Without hesitation, he rushed over and scooped Amy into his arms…
His voice was cold, sharp. “Who did this?”
The kind–hearted colleague who had tried to stop my backed away in fear, her face drained of color.
I let out a cold laugh. “I did. And she deserved it.”
Amy cried pitifully, her voice trembling “Y–Yeah, I deserved it. I fell in love with someone I never should’ve, and now everyone calls me a mistress.”
“But Alpha, as long as you love me too, I’ll stay by your side forever, even if it means living in the shadows.”
She wept so sweetly that even her absurd declaration came across as brave and unwavering
Asher clocked softly, clearly moved by her. He gently wiped away her tears and soothed her, “Don’t cry. You’re not some shameful secret.“”
He really did treat her differently.
I lowered my gaze, no longer interested in watching them. I turned to Asher and said calmly, “For my birthday this year, I want a million dollars.”
Funny bow, even as mates, he refused my mind link, refused all forms of contact from me.
I never reached out unless it was about money.
Before we bonded, we had made a deal: he wanted me, and I wanted his money.
Asher had always hated me for being a gold–digger.
Yet in the past, no matter how much I asked for, he always gave me more than I needed.
But this time, he looked at me and smiled–cold, cruel. Slowly, he said, “You’ll get the money, Cora
“But first, you’ll need to swallow your pride and apologize to Amy.”
He wanted to buy my dignity with that million dollars. He wanted to hand Amy an apology, paid for with my self–respect
It was the first time he ever humiliated me for another woman with money.
My fingers curled into fists as I forced a soft laugh,
Swallowing the pain that tore through my chest, I turned and walked away.
I didn’t want the money anymore
And suddenly, I found myself wondering,
Asher, if one day, you found out that this money could’ve helped me live a little longer, if you learned how much pain‘ was enduring before I died, what would you feel?
I went home alone. I curled up under the covers in agony as my wall howbed inside me.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I swallowed two sleeping pills.
Maybe if I slept, the pain would stop.
Half–conscious, I drifted into a dream.
In the dream, I was twenty again. Asher was still poor, but he loved me more than anything.
was my birthday that y
year. We passed by a café, and I saw a couple sitting by the window
The girl held a small, snow–white cake. It looked delicate, delicious, and expensive.
I still remembered the snow falling that day. I scooped up a handful and smiled at Asher. “Look, Asher,” I said, “doesn’t this snow look like a cake?
He froze, then suddenly pulled me into a hug. He didn’t let me see the tears welling up in his eyes.
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Three days later, he showed up outside my dorm with a huge cake in his arms
It had cost 255 dollars.
To
batford it, he stood in the freezing wind and snow, handing out 3,000 flyers. All that work only earned him 100 dollars.
I saw his red, frozen fingers and for the first time, I cried in front of him.
I said, “Asher, you don’t have to do this. I don’t need such an expensive cake.”
He frowned and immediately shot back, “Cora, you’re the best girl in the world. You deserve everything good this world has to offer.”
That day, I cried while eating the entire cake.
It had been so long, I couldn’t quite remember how it tasted anymore.
But I knew one thing clearly–after that, no other cake had ever tasted better.
I slept deeply after that, and somewhere in the haze of dreams, I thought I mind linked Asher.
Her voice was gentle, just like it used to be. “Cora”
. I smiled softly in my sleep
sleep and marmured sweetly, “Asher, it’s snowing. I want some cake.”
Before he could answer, I rolled over and drifted back into darkness.
