A month Later

Scarlett’s Point of View

Little Ashley has been in the infant incubator for a month, and Asher and I stayed at the hospital with her.

I'd never expected Asher to stay with me; I'd thought he was going to go back home or back to work. I didn't expect him to be so supportive. I mean, he is the bad guy in my life. I'd never once thought he would stay here with me looking after Ashley.

He would only go home once in a while; he had the guards bring all the things we might need from home, and since that night, Grandma or anyone from home never bothered to come and see if she was doing okay.

Asher’s family was no different from mine; they are all selfish, thinking only about their reputation.

“You should eat something unless you want to fall sick too,” Asher’s voice was calm; I pressed my lips together in a slight grimace. I'm trying to figure out where the Asher I got married to was; this was definitely not him. He has been so calm; he didn't threaten me or yell or force me to do anything. That was all. I mean, why isn't he acting all cold and stern?

Asher threw me a blank look, his eyebrows shooting up. “I know I'm handsome and I can understand why you are staring at me like that?” His words dripped with sarcasm.

I narrowed my eyes. “You might be handsome but definitely not my type,” I retorted, my tone sharp.

I must have been foolish to think this man would ever change; he was just an arrogant jerk, and it was a matter of time before he finally showed his true colors.

Asher displayed a wide grin; he set the cup of coffee on the small table, his gaze now on me. “Oh yeah, how about you tell me what your type of guy is?”

I shrugged, leaning back on the soft couch… “My type of guy is definitely none of your business,” I retorted and Asher let out a chuckle, for the first time, it wasn't laced with sarcasm; it was a genuine chuckle from him, and it sounded like the most beautiful music to my ears.

No matter how much I might want to deny it, I saw a different side of him in the past weeks. He has shown his caring side. At times I couldn't hold back my emotions seeing little Ashley in the infant incubator, and I would cry, but he stayed. He has been there and never gave up, and that convinced me that he wasn't as bad as I thought…

A genuine smile spread across my lips before I could even realize it. I don't even remember when I smiled from my heart, not because I had to.

“You should smile more; you look more beautiful when you smile,” Asher's tone was deep, laced with an emotion I couldn't even describe.

I sat up straight, clearing my throat. I shouldn't get too comfortable with him; he was Asher, and he didn't belong to me. He belongs to Scarlynn, not Scarlett. I shifted uncomfortably, pulling the strands of my hair behind.

Our eyes locked and my pulse raced, my gaze darting around, staring at anything else except him. This wasn't supposed to happen; I should stick to my decision, I should be hating him with everything in my veins.

Yes, I should stick to my decision, and that should be easy.

Luckily, the door to the ward swung open, and Doctor Smith walked in, with two nurses following behind. My eyes lit up seeing one of them holding Ashley in her arms. I jerked to my feet, warmth radiating through my whole body.

“Ashley is ready to go back home with her mother and father.” A smile stretched on the doctor's lips. I walked past her, making my way to the nurse. She gently placed Ashley in my arms, and I held her to my chest, tears of joy welling up in my eyes.

“My sweet baby, did you miss mommy?” I kissed her on the cheeks gently. Unlike before, she had gained weight and height. She wasn't that big, but she had grown up, and I couldn't help but smile.

Asher finished all the formalities and paid for the hospital bills while I sat with Ashley in my arms. I couldn't explain the way I was feeling right now. I had lost all hope that I might see Ashley once again. I thought I was going to lose her the same way I lost Scarlynn, but she came back to me, and I was more than grateful.

Later that day...

When everything was finished, Asher and I left the hospital. I held Ashley in my arms while Asher was on the phone.

“Bring Miller to the basement; she should be punished for everything she has done,” Asher’s voice was stern and cold. I honestly wanted to send her to jail for what she had done to Ashley, but when I thought of Martin, I couldn't bring myself to send her to jail. She still needed to be punished for her cruelty, and I don't care what Asher does to her. She was so heartless.

“I don't care what you do; just find that bitch and bring her to me,” Asher commanded, his tone stern.

My body tensed; did she run away after trying to kill my child? Didn't she feel guilty about everything she had done? I just hope she is found and punished.

After a few minutes of driving, the driver halted the car in front of the mansion, and he swung the door open for me. Before I could step out, Asher came to my side and unexpectedly took Ashley into his arms before I stepped out.

I just hope he won't make it hard for me to hate him; he was acting differently, and I didn't want my opinion of him to change, no matter what.

I put the thought aside and decided to focus on Ashley and nothing else.

As we made our way inside, I halted in my steps to see my mom and dad, along with the rest of the family members, seated in the main sitting room.

I let out a sigh; it's been a month since Ashley was in the hospital, and they never once came to visit. I was certain why my mom decided to come here, and I honestly didn't have the strength to deal with her.