Frida finally gained entry to Asher's property and stepped out of her car. She removed her dark designer shades as she looked up at the mansion. Her heels clicked sharply on the stone path as she walked ahead.
Inside the opulent living room, she spotted Asher immediately. He was sprawled on a vast, velvet couch. Her confident stride faltered slightly as she approached, the reality of their broken relationship crashing down on her.
"Did I never mean anything to you, Asher?" she screamed. "You ended everything with a phone call! How could you be so cruel, so cowardly?"
Asher gazed at her with a cold fury. "I explicitly told you not to push me toward Sara. But you manipulated me, insisting I do it for your sake. And when I did, you didn't stop there," he snapped. "And what the hell were you doing? Hounding my secretary and staff every second hour? Do you have no life, no purpose other than pestering me?"
