Lucy's eyes narrowed as she stood in the doorway. He didn't deny it right away—and that alone was enough to answer his question.
"I knew it," she said, shaking her head. But she didn't get angry or shed a single tear.
She walked over to the mattress and stopped in front of him. Her face gave nothing away, and she stood still, not a hint of hesitation in her stance.
"Where did you hear that?" Asher asked. He didn't bother denying it; Lucy knew him too well.
"One of my confidants told me, "She responded "She said the rumors are spreading fast."
"Are you upset?" he inquired.
Lucy took a deep breath. "What upsets me more is that you didn't tell me sooner,"
"Asher, I just want you to know I'm here for you, no matter what. I love you, and I'll stand by you—even if it means sharing you with others, even if you turn into a womanizer with hundreds of wives.
This was her answer. If she kept being selfish, she would lose him sooner or later.
