Asher glanced at the form, his fist tightening by his side. “She’s pregnant? Why didn’t she tell me? And she had an abortion without saying anything? How can she not know how much I’ve been hoping for this child?”
Yvette finally understood why Gwyneth was so set on having the abortion that day.
If this were the old Asher, he’d have been devastated for Gwyneth and concerned about her recovery after the abortion. But now, he was all about himself.
“You should ask yourself that. What have you done for her all these years? She gave you her best 12 years, and you found someone else. Please, just go.
Asher’s face fell. He still didn’t think he’d done anything wrong. He figured he’d given Gwyneth enough love and money in this marriage. What more could she possibly want?
Just before he left, he asked again, “Where is she?”
Yvette twirled the pen between her fingers and sneered. “If you’d come by a few days earlier, I could’ve told you she was at her parents‘ place. But now, I have no clue where she is.”
Asher’s face darkened with fury. He didn’t expect Gwyneth to be so set on leaving him. She didn’t even tell Yvette where she’d gone. “Help me get a message to her ”
