Asher’s POV

The wedding ring felt heavy on my finger that first morning after. I woke up with Tara curled against me, her belly pressing into my side.

What the hell had I done?

Not just once. Twice. Three times if I counted the hotel with Cora. And on our wedding day, of all days. The text from Gianna. The quick, dirty fuck that left me smelling like her while I stood at the altar kissing my wife.

I slipped out of bed before she woke to have my bath and returned to the room.

My phone beeped, and I opened it. It was a text from Gianna: "I know...