Ivy’s POV

I sat at the dining table, staring at the untouched cup of tea in front of me. My fingers traced the edge of the mug, but my mind was a thousand miles away. Guilt and regret swirled inside me, thick and suffocating, threatening to choke me.

I couldn’t believe I’d doubted him. Asher, my husband, the man who had told me he loved me, the man who had sworn to me that he didn’t hurt me in any way. Yet, I’d let those cursed images poison my mind.

They had looked so real, so passionate. It felt like my heart would explode. I told everyone, everyone, that he...