Epilogue

Two weeks later in that cabin, we were found and brought back to civilization. We've been together ever since. I sit alone in our penthouse, the flickering light of the fireplace casting shadows across the room.

The mantle is adorned with our wedding photos, capturing moments of happiness frozen in time. Asher is out, as he often is these days, claiming to be away doing charity work. I know the truth, though I try not to dwell on it: he's out there, continuing his secret life.

It's past midnight, and despite his assurances of safety, I can't help but worry. My fingers trace the edge of the wedding photo closest to me, a bittersweet reminder of the life we've built together. A life that now includes a baby on the way, a thought that both terrifies and excites me.

The sound of the door opening snaps me out of my reverie, and I call out Asher's name as he enters. He moves toward me with purpose, his eyes locking onto mine with a mixture of longing and relief. Without a word, he scoops me up in his arms, his kiss hungry and possessive, as if trying to reassure himself that I'm still here, still his.

I pull back slightly, my hands resting on his chest as I look up at him, concern etched in my features. "How was your night?" I ask, knowing the answer before he even speaks.

He gives me a vague smile, brushing off my question with practiced ease. "Fine," he replies nonchalantly, though a flicker of something passes through his eyes.

I furrow my brow, sensing there's more to his mood than he's letting on. "What's wrong?" I prompt gently, my fingers tracing circles on his shoulder.

Asher's expression shifts, his brow furrowing as he speaks. "I've been thinking," he begins slowly, choosing his words with care. "With the baby on the way, and our plans for a big family... I don't think I can keep doing what I do."

My heart skips a beat at his words, hope blossoming in my chest despite the weight of the truth. "You mean..." I trail off, unable to finish the sentence.

He nods solemnly, his gaze locking onto mine with unwavering intensity. "I think it's time to shut down the charity," he admits, his voice tinged with a mix of regret and determination.

Relief floods me, tears welling in my eyes as I realize what this means. But I don't let them fall. Asher wouldn't understand, still convinced he's done the right thing throughout the year and maybe in some weird way he has.

"You're going to quit?" I ask breathlessly, needing to hear him say the words.

Asher nods again, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "For us," he murmurs, his fingers brushing against my cheek. "For our future."

I throw my arms around him, holding him tightly as if trying to anchor myself into him and this moment. "Thank you," I whisper against his chest, my voice thick with emotion.

He holds me close, his embrace a safe harbour surrounded by a dark sea. "For what?" he murmurs into my hair and I feel a flutter in my heart.

"For proving my grams right."

"About?" he frowns and I smile as I look up at him.

"Dress-shoes."

The End