Chapter 18
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Urban
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After the wedding was called off, Asher's parents underwent a dramatic change in their attitude toward me.
They affectionately took me back home, offering apologies for their past actions, which even they found ludicrous.
They struggled to understand how they had once agreed to Sage's marriage to Asher.
For years, they had cherished Sage as if she were their daughter, providing her with academic support and a position in the Quinn family business.
Yet, the thought of her marrying Asher, without considering his wishes, bewildered them.
Asher's mother described it as feeling hypnotized.
This confirmed my suspicion that the narrative was supposed to conclude with the wedding.
When the wedding plot was disrupted, those enchanted by Sage seemed to awaken from a trance.
The persistent voices in Asher's head also disappeared.
Nevertheless, he was advised to consult a psychologist.
Trapped between reality and the storyline for years, only his love for me remained clear amid the confusion about everything else, including his disbelief that our intimacy was real.
Thankfully, my father had documented everything that happened that night, allowing me to present the facts to Asher.
Discussing the past might seem silly, but it was crucial for Asher to recognize his innocence.
Upon reviewing the documents, tears welled up in Asher's eyes.
"I'm sorry, it was my fault," I confessed, feeling guilty.
However, in an instant, he pulled me into a tight hug: "Lark, I am clean, and it's a relief it was you."
But his emotions soon took a turn, and he suddenly hugged me while crying.
"I was taken advantage of without my knowledge; I need to reclaim what I lost."
Despite my culpability, I couldn't help but think that typically, it's the woman who is at a disadvantage.
So, I lightly protested, "But it's daytime."
"Lark, it doesn't matter to me. I want you." He said, lifting me up.
Suddenly, I found myself underneath him, our lips locked in a passionate kiss.
His kisses were fierce, marked by a sense of possession.