Asher’s POV

Gianna’s arrival was not a good sign. Not good news.

Why would she show up at such a delicate hour? Hadn’t she moved on since the day I asked her to?

I was certain she was trying to sabotage my wedding. No worries. I was always ten steps ahead.

I glanced at Tara, who was scrolling through her phone.

“What’s that?” I asked.

She handed me the device. The message was full of threats from an anonymous sender, and I instantly knew it was Gianna. She used to threaten every woman I interacted with back when we dated.

“It’s Gianna,” I said calmly, handing the phone back. “There’s...