Asher’s voice cracked with emotion as he spoke.
Feeling speechless, Gwyneth shot him a cold look and shook her head. “You’re pathetic. If you’re still a man, just sign the divorce agreement already. We could part on good terms, and I’d still see you as a man.
“None of what you’ve done these last two months has been for me. It’s all been about you.”
What he did made her more certain that leaving him was the right call.
“What should I do to get you to forgive me?” Asher asked, his eyes full of pleading. “Do I have to die for you to forgive me?”
Suddenly, he pulled a knife and sliced his wrist. The cut was deep, and blood came pouring out.
Gwyneth froze. Then, she stepped back while shaking her head. “You’re insane. You didn’t just revisit all the places we used to go. You also begged anyone you could for money to pull your company out of bankruptcy.
“The sad truth is, your reputation was already ruined. So, you decided to bet everything on me, hoping I’ll agree to reconcile and save your company from going under.”
Asher was a player, and his character was questionable.
A flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes as he stared at Gwyneth. “H–How did you find out?”
Gwyneth scoffed and shook her head again. “I’m set on ending this. The divorce hearing is next week, and once it’s done, I hope I never see you again. The last six months was all it took for you to burn through the love we built up over 12 years.”
She turned toward Kieran, who was sitting in the car.
Kieran pulled up beside her, got out, and opened the passenger door for her.
After closing the door, he turned to Asher, who looked resentful, defeated, and on the verge of falling apart. “Mr. Crowe, make sure you get to the hospital. If you don’t make it and end up dying, they’ll have to list Wyn as a widow.”
Asher’s expression soured at his words.
