~ Asher’s POV ~

- - - - - THREE YEARS LATER - - - - -

“I can’t believe we’re a married couple now!” Zoie squealed in excitement as she pushed the door to her bedroom open. “I can’t believe I get to tell people that I have a husband!”

With a glass of champagne in her hand, she was twirling around the room in her white satin dress. Asher was walking right behind her in his crisp white shirt, black slacks, and black suit, closing the door shut.

“I’m sorry the wedding didn’t go the way we planned,” he said with a sigh.

“Are you kidding? It’s even...